Lothario

He hath become a Lord among us peasants then A well used bed he lined with pleasant men And eyes he batted at the ladies in court His tennis balls they bounced for sport And here he came again at leisure A heady mistress mixture of pleasure He dove her depths digging for treasure She rose to meet him measure for measure A man he won at the slaver His endurance will never flag nor waver Slow tongue dancing, one must savor A delicious man of finest flavor The knight of the beast with two backs Oft called Lothario until jealousy attacks O dear anointed priest of the mattress sacks He makes up with wit for the strength he lacks