O, I am steel when I of you do write,
Knowing another man doth kiss your breast,
And ravishing thereof spends every night
To make me cuckold, no seed to express.
But since your vulvic essence fills my sense,
This humble servant kneels to taste his spend.
My sorrowful seed withheld at my expense
On your broad limb doomed never to offend.
Your deepest crevice ‘bidden from my use
Whilst he within your weeping deep doth ride;
My sex is chained, I am a worthless goose
He of long scepter and of bollucks pride.
Then if he thrust and doth become a sire,
I husband will be spark but never fire.
‘Tis truly was I nature’s worm to make
To serve you and to be a lesser love.
He satisfying all thine carnal ache
I view his godlike form to mate thereof.
But ne’er you think I will not hold these scopes
Of passion’s throes I must observe afar
As gifts to fill my dreams and hold my hope
Of one day kissing nub and lips and star.