I take your hand and feel your pressing palm
grasp lustful insurrections of my mind
vestiges of hope spur my wills resolve
to raid within the passages of pride.
Lady, loquacious in your speech,
waves of wantonness comb your sanguine beach
tiny sighs of pleasure intently coax
maddening desperation to my strokes,
if this act sent from the heavens above
then hell the coconspirator of love.
Captain Cur
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coconspirator-of-love-love-letters-to-a-lady-of-renown/
