Woman Herself, Love's Free Agent
(Poem by Alyssa)

Think of me what you will;
But better just to be still,
So that your senses I may fill.

For we are falling into passion's calling --
The Goddess and God are not to be denied,
And we shall be gratified.

So think of me what you will
Because it matters nill!

Now the magic has begun,
All for us to experience the fun.
Not to fear or flee
From the giddy gift of ecstacy.

To hell with propriety--
Cross the taboo with me--
And we shall be free
To enter rapture and pleasure,
All in good measure . . . .
Oh what a treasure.