I, in the shadow, at the ladders foot.

Whilst others rise to love and fame

Worship only what others cannot

And you excuse as only game

There was the allegory of my whole life

a game indeed adults may play

a substitute delivers knife

that cuts my heart in many ways

Although my words considered song

delivered by your substitute

may make your heart burst ere long

my love they take and then refute

the feelings that my love consider

a true passions loss and fools create

a world away from those who dither

I would my chance to demonstrate

Instead of him, I'd climb that ladder

Then given love you'd reconsider

My softest touch you then would shudder

and limbs to my embrace deliver

I would take all in passions silk

and rip from your body in subtle force

your meagre clothing pool as milk

on floors that now sweetness divorce

for I would take what you do owe

my love unbanked now in rage payment

nothing you would disallow

with passions terrible that tears all raiment

You would be taken and taken still

in many likes and rare position

and perchance would feel no ill

for all that love was my decision

I would but lubricate your sex

with all that imagination conjure

I would but put myself in direct

Eventually and cause such wonder

That you would feel this wondrous yearning

for all positions in truth experiment

for would we not both be learning

our passions limits not detriment

we would both rise to feel the moment

when love upon that shore doth crash

a rippled murmur would intent

all thoughts of any other dash

That murmur would indeed crescendo

in heat and passion all then complete

a world too small we would descend to

a shudder intend feelings replete

and yet I would not let matters rest

for all you show such satisfaction

My payment now with interest

I would now take with subtle action

for once again I would now intend

to take what is mine and truly own

for only then you'd comprehend

the passion that my words have shown.

In lovers heat and passions splashes

 would see no limits to investigation

all hope for him who memory dashes

you would only hope for imagination

to consider only my loves referral

my harder kiss, the unholy joining

and when at last there would be denial

of anything but my prick anointing

a sexual world will keep expanding

a vision where this dream will end

a passion that will keep demanding

and will not stop brief seed expend.