MY SLEEPING GIANT

 
I am not a doormat pliant
When you wake my sleeping giant
That goes under the name of Lust,
Speaks loudest in the pelvic thrust.
I promised you no easy ride
The day you took me for your bride,
For I will give good as I’ve got
When my fierce passion runs red-hot.
You can’t easily give the slip
To me when you’re in my limbs’ grip.
While all outside is darkest night
We hold each other squeezy tight
In absence of our self control,
Or else out of the bed we’d roll!
For I can ride so good and hard
We might be heard in next backyard!