Come Young Pirates, Probing Lips Moving Dangerously Near, Part X X V

No warmth against my lips will ever press Though plagued by dreams disturbing evening rest Whose peasant heart may hope to win my hand Weak pesky waves that titillate the sand. Love must perform with far greater zeal Plunging to depths that only flesh can feel That my mind, my wild imaginings sought, Infiltrating my every waking thought. Hands of strength; yet, mastering gentle skill Where beneath the sheets those toying fingers till, Euphoria, senses utterly aware, Probing lips moving dangerously near. When in weakness what weapon can I wield But to submit and drop my virgin shield, Wounded virtue staggering falls and dies Still gazing up with frozen wanton eyes. If chaste reflection only brings disgust Do pious thoughts masquerade as lust? I, a lesser slave despite my woman's pride, Worse than bondage, betrothed as England's bride. Oh! That these cravings in my breast would cease Or seek one who can bring my soul release, The crown is weighted and the throne a chain, My porcelain face powdered by disdain. I sit on high endeared to all below; To my own worth the greater debt I owe, Of myself I can never give away A museum statue beleaguered by decay. What lettered words can begin to unlock And enter a cold and loveless heart When in emptiness it recites alone Till all poetic loveliness is gone, And the lines break like a weathered chain Vocalizing in servitude to pain Here pity's polished lamp will brightly shine Its flame lit by the hand of the Divine.