Assualting It

For what do you beg my attention in wrath Shall I now be a god to your vile misdeeds Your promises that foamed your vowels in froth Your habits promiscuous, your base creeds Shall curse now your flat fear of withering breasts Of sagging skin with creamy mildew speckling Will this wash his putrid scent from your stained dress O rage to see you stagnant and fast wrinkling Your hubris too much to make a stage of shame The brazen vixen the gods have frightened, hence Turned she to me, adding more deceit to blame And mongrel you dig to hide the evidence. Yet in truth if mongrel defines all you are Let me bone, or garbage overturned. I can Not without my vixen live, we have one star That makes us same, the gods also understand. And where you are wrinkled I find the more crease Where my tongue may suck until all flesh is taut And your honey drips like milk and never cease Lie to me that time is eternal then lie with me And let us crnkling sheets like sea, in sweet wave Rise, like two sounds to form one melody For your beauty that rules makes me your fawning slave