Zelotypiac
Just licence me
And I’ll licentious be;
Then shall we know,
Together, how
To pleasure mutually.
There is no shame,
Nor can be any blame,
When licenced love
Goes on to prove
The promise of its claim.
When both agree
To some felicity
They can exploit
For joint delight,
Who should their censor be?.
For private bliss
May scarcely run amiss
When two hearts dare
One dream to share,
And seal it with a kiss.
Then licence me,
That I may truly be
What you inspire
And I desire;
Your licenced devotee.
