You swear you'll come, you name the time and place, Whene'er I ask of you one fond embrace: The livelong night I wait, racked with desire, Rigid with lust, and all my veins on fire, And ofttime thinking of your girlish frame My left hand quenches the devouring flame. In bitterness of heart I'll ask my god To curse you, lying and deceitful sod. May you ne'er stir from out your threshold's door, Save at the heels of some damned one eye'd whore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE LETTICE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE WIFES' TRAGEDY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |