The Lady of Debauchery

In my passion I wallow, happily. And, I wanted much to live in a city, not of Gomorrah and Sodom, with her, but she took me off, to her world--- of confusion, deceit and debauched lifestyle; here, I can not see myself. There is neither a stream, nor a river, where I can till a word or two. It would be very nice, if I just let her go away, without me. In my passion I wallow, happily. I live a quiet life, no glamour thou, counting syllable---of love, wisdom and hatred, yet, it was the best thing that ever happened to me, for I own this place, no one can force nor command me, what I have to do. Most of all, my voices are mine, everybody hears them, except for her---the lady of debauchery, the exquisite perfume, of my passion!