Sensuous

She's very sensuous, which may not please
The virtuous among you, who'd regard
Her sensuality as some disease
That you must exorcise; her lust has marred
Perfection in the beauty of the girl
Who kneels there naked, youthful, at your feet
Her dress is pooled around her; she will curl
Her tongue around your balls: she's indiscrete!
As are the marks you've scarred across her tits,
With martinets and floggers and the cane
That madam will provide for hypocrites,
Who'd like to whip their daughters with the same
Harsh vigour they've applied to that soft puss:
Who'd prostitute the wench? She's sensuous.