Not some honeybee drifting ellusive
Gathering bits of discarded pollen
Part of society's wretched fallen
Love would consummate the exclusive
Like a triumphant queen bee must live
Pity the Sunday strumpet smacked sullen
Housewife secrets neighbors neglect telling
In regal fashion I concede all you give.
Would any destroy heart's courtly palace
Undo the minuet four hands paired
Green eyed monsters of envy and malice
Private rapture in our nakedness bare
Let's turn our backs on a world too callous
Blending limbs and genitalia as we dare!
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