Canticle Erotique

My lover

Where have you fled away?
Gone from me dear heart and left
me dry. Stuck me and left me to say
I will crawl lick your boots and cry
Run forth over many cities but you deny

You bulls! Oh you who prowl
in dive bars and clubs of sin
If you meet her submit do not scowl
Her bliss she will give what lips hide within
If you see my love tell her I do howl

No, I go myself now and scour
among denizens in houses of ill repute
To retrieve my one, my bleeding flower
And in her humid folds, my milk I shall shoot
for she will take me down to throbbing root

A question for all sentient beings

I am his Mistress but I am not mean
I know he suffers and trembles nightly
with thoughts of raging cocks not seen
Tell me now or else! He craves to kiss my hand. Confess to me now. Has he been in
your land?