Vitruvian Lady

She had beauty, strength, and utility,    
As much as any temple built of stone    
And by her caress my passion had grown    
Into...concupiscent palpability...    
Which she knew to be hers to supervise    
In all manner of Sybarite conduct    
Whereby she might be gloriously fucked,    
By quantities that came as a surprise!      
A surprise she stated was rather sweet    
After she "fixed my little red wagon"    
Like a pirate drains an ale flagon      
Without missing an orgiastic beat,    
As an Aphrodisian votary...    
In the heady days of nineteen eighty three!