The Eventual Will of Savien II Cyrano De Bergerac

I, in the shadow, at the ladders foot.
Whilst others rise to love and fame
Worship only what others cannot
And you excuse as only game

 
There was the allegory of my whole life
a game indeed adults may play
a substitute delivers knife
that cuts my heart in many ways

 
Although my words considered song
delivered by your substitute
may make your heart burst ere long
my love they take and then refute

 
the feelings that my love consider
a true passions loss and fools create
a world away from those who dither
I would my chance to demonstrate

 
Instead of him, I'd climb that ladder
Then given love you'd reconsider
My softest touch you then would shudder
and limbs to my embrace deliver

 
I would take all in passions silk
and rip from your body in subtle force
your meagre clothing pool as milk
on floors that now sweetness divorce

 
for I would take what you do owe
my love unbanked now in rage payment
nothing you would disallow
with passions terrible that tears all raiment

 
You would be taken and taken still
in many likes and rare position
and perchance would feel no ill
for all that love was my decision

 
I would but lubricate your sex
with all that imagination conjure
I would but put myself in direct
Eventually and cause such wonder

 
That you would feel this wondrous yearning
for all positions in truth experiment
for would we not both be learning
our passions limits not detriment

 
we would both rise to feel the moment
when love upon that shore doth crash
a rippled murmur would intent
all thoughts of any other dash

 
That murmur would indeed crescendo
in heat and passion all then complete
a world too small we would descend to
a shudder intend feelings replete

 
and yet I would not let matters rest
for all you show such satisfaction
My payment now with interest
I would now take with subtle action

 
for once again I would now intend
to take what is mine and truly own
for only then you'd comprehend
the passion that my words have shown.

 
In lovers heat and passions splashes
 would see no limits to investigation
all hope for him who memory dashes
you would only hope for imagination

 
to consider only my loves referral
my harder kiss, the unholy joining
and when at last there would be denial
of anything but my prick anointing

 
a sexual world will keep expanding
a vision where this dream will end
a passion that will keep demanding
and will not stop brief seed expend.