Bondage Book Poem by John Sensele

Why does a man's hasty heart play trial tricks on him
Glancing at juvenile June, at tremulous Twiggy
Hardly registering if their crimson cream
Resembles pretty Peggy

Or whether roving eyes
Deserve sudden suspension
For their gangrene guilt to spread liquid lies about coy cries
They feel is a man's mission

When women discover his abominable appetite
For sassy scalps
He can boast about in a freak fight
With fellow players about conquests from European Alps

Where a wonderful woman lost her head
To grant this unique eunuch
Favours that in his mind memoir said
Her pristine parlance pricked his pesky pack.