A Mute Witness

Today I made love with a goddess Before a god peering down from the wall And I can't say his face was all happiness God, he was the lone man that saw it all! God was unhappy that I had him tamed Passionately unclothed but never ashamed But when he created he could never measure How much it means the carnal pleasure! My act was so unkind, on his senses a tax To be a mute witness to the steaming climax While we lay there worn out and spent He found little solace in his own testament! Or did he feel sad and woefully dismal Passively peering down from the wall?