Isn’t it a pity I can’t remember your face. So sad – and you my would-be lover, who have you seduced this time ?
Only two virgins to your name. Who was it that took my place tonight ?
Ah impatience or excuse – if you had waited I would have been yours.
One night’s love to compensate for lost affection. You liked my body, you liked my soul. I would have been yours,
I would have en flamed you, only you didn’t believe or refused to – for who had you to meet that night ?
You really had me nearly – if only you had not refused me,
and even then I wanted you for the denial spurred me on.
Fate would not have it so t’was not to be.
If ever we meet again – I will be ripe – full of woman as then I was of youth and I will enthral your sensual pleasures
and make you whole. Only when I do – and if, I do, do not deny me yet again.
You will have no need for artificial beginnings – to dull your taste and excite your senses – I alone shall do that.
And when we have finished – do not be petty, as they who think themselves great men ( having lain with many ).
But be great by being humble – and think we were, not of love’s spur which moved us to our limits ;
But of Love’s Soul – it’s essence which made us whole