Miss Wantonness

Relishing lethargy in the trailer of death
A lickerish stench picks my most unwilling sneer
As a lewd finger of preurience
Agitates my rippling chest and
Ends the portrait by darkening my vestigial nipples
For eyes to a prosetyting Peithos,
She welcomes me to a bed of itching Ivies
And drinks my snoring ascetic eyes
In the blues of a poisoned chalice,
She suckers down the curves of my beguiled lips
Allaying my mind with orgy
My body grinning in convulsions-
Before, tardily, my rooster crows
And off she erupts bidding me a thank you
"My pleasure" rebounds my smirk
Silently kissing her a "You're always welcome!"