Modicum Man

The superimposition of a new order holds me in thrall
I fall into deep taciturnity whenever she calls
Your beautiful speech and elegant posture are all that I fear
Such that my reckless sense of temerity simply disappears

I wheedle you out of vestures within my darkest fantasies
Though I'm quite frustrated and castrated in my reality

I wish beyond all quintessence
That a single prosaic fiber would relinquish me from such propinquity
To this, a lustful fire
My lips already burned by thoughts of osculation
Wild and wanton rеvelry would be my last sensation

A modicum of a man is what you'd lеave behind
The shell of a soul from a man habitually mild

Luxuriant desire remains my character's flaw
Yet your jingo spirit holds the world in awe

With a billet-doux in my pocket, and a bijou in a box
May find its passage to you, the sender anonymous
Anonymous

I alone acknowledge my stupidity
For allowing you to arouse my cupidity
The fine art in you and the dilettante in me
Makes a match made in Hell for all the world to see

Don't hurt me
Don't kill me