Oh Woman, Oh Woman
May I take Thee?
‘Tis only through You
That I shall be freed
Your bosom, your cheeks
Your hair, your lips
Are wondrous extensions
Of your curvaceous hips
Oh Woman, Oh Woman
To whom I adore
Tread carefully now
I do implore
What Ye seek
Ye shall find
Already possessed
In Ye heart and mind
Your Beauty, Your Power
Your Divinity Sublime
Are no match
For my cards, tricks, and pantomimes
Beware, Oh Woman
I cannot give Thee
What a true man can give
So a woman shall be freed
Children, a home
All flow from man’s seed
That he sweats to build
And give to Ye
You are the house he builds
That man molds for Ye
He knocks on the door
To ask for entry
I have no seed, no muscle
No strength to proffer
Only smoke and mirrors
At your behest, I offer
But worship you so
Oh Woman, I do
Won’t you please let me have Ye?
For I love you.
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