In the concert of love,
My man’s qualification
Of birth, wealth and position,
Under a sort of subjection,
Constraints and submission,
Would lay me to my dejection.
In the concert of love,
With a lad of my choice,
I could put aside my shame,
Say to him what I please,
Do to him what I desire,
Execute every scheme of
Dalliance my fancy put me on
And indulge in all frolics
My passion drives me to.
The lad cannot match my lord
In giving me the status I enjoy.
My lord cannot match my lad
In giving me the missing ecstasy..
I am not guilty of action
As it does not interfere with
My husband’s schedule,
Knowledge and gratification.
15.09.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Would you rather allow your spouse to think like this? or fancy your daughter thinking in these terms. This is really misguiding the cultural heritage of people who believe int he sanctity of the institution of marriage. Marriage is not for pimping. It has its own sanctity and purity and privacy. remember that..