Then even death is worth. [A]

Let me come now to your fortress,

Having blinded your inmates.

Let me encounter you at your door,

And take you by arm to your room,

Where let me strip you of your shyness

Along with your blouse and skirt

Against all your seemly protests.

Let me rove your tiny breasts,

Narrow thighs, compressed groin

And pubes to be followed by tongue.

My claws on the imprisoned breasts,

My legs a pillory to lock your legs,

Let me toss you up and down to heaven.

Let me seal your thirst of lust

And put me to rest of quenched lust.

Of consequences is even death.

02.01.2003