Your memory
becomes
the concubine.
To fulfil
her concupiscence,
she leans
on my shoulder.
Tousling my hair
And
nibbling my ear,
she
coaxes me
to dimple love
in her contour.
Yes,
Oh!
My unrivalled lady,
before she traps me,
come back
And
take the rein
in your hand.
Embosoming me again,
twist my ear
And
promise that
you would
never ever
abandon your lover.