Weep On The Morrow

 
doth thou desire a dalliance like I do
in your chamber of secrets
crave the taste of flesh
inside your arms sacred

weepth the angels on the morrow
dearest lord has thou discovered
the way my breath catches in my throat
my bodice heaving
my blush deepening when thou approaches

what have I to do with these feelings?

thou art a gentlemen
I but a wretch
a wench of no importence
stowing away my emotions

lest I be called a witch
who doth put a hex on thee
upon my honor I've done no such deed

you crave me in the night
when the moon is ripe
cast your eye upon the raven no more
and giveth yourself over to a temptest whore

then be done with me