OK just playing around today to kill some time, I thought I would try my hand at a terza rima which is a style of poetry that Veronica franco was fond of:
Lo my lord no more words! to deeds to actions!
Waste not one more line, not one more syllable
No odes to beauty to gain my attention
If it is love or lust you feel, be sinful
Attract with a touch and be rewarded
desire is not a time to be sensible
I can see it in your eyes you are tempted
to slip between the saintly and the bawdy
wishes to bend and entwine and be knotted
If you like I will say that you challenged me
And like a maid did try to resist thy chains
by your skill alone I am yours loyally
My part is played now yours is all that remains
Come here and full of most wicked desire
together we shall feel fire within our veins
Lo my lord no more words! to deeds to actions!
Waste not one more line, not one more syllable
No odes to beauty to gain my attention
If it is love or lust you feel, be sinful
Attract with a touch and be rewarded
desire is not a time to be sensible
I can see it in your eyes you are tempted
to slip between the saintly and the bawdy
wishes to bend and entwine and be knotted
If you like I will say that you challenged me
And like a maid did try to resist thy chains
by your skill alone I am yours loyally
My part is played now yours is all that remains
Come here and full of most wicked desire
together we shall feel fire within our veins
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