Skin Of Pigs Poem by Saint Cynosure

Its true that Becca is the one,
I ravish in my dreams.
But its the sound of Wendy's voice,
that I hear when she screams.
Its seems I'm torn between the two,
and the other two or else.
It takes more than a single girl,
it seems to please myself.
One I want for pretty,
the other for my sin.
Another one to stand by me,
and another for her skin.
They say that men are has all dogs,
this I'll never tell.
Skin of pigs and filth of hogs,
if that be me oh well...