Now

Now, as the sweet imbecilities
Tumble so lavishly
Onto her lap.

Now, there are two possibilities
A, I could ravish her
B, I could nap.

Say
It's the ravishment, then we see
The option
That follows, of course.

A, The deployment of charm
or B, The adoption
Of physical force.

Now, B might arouse her
But if I assume
I trip on my trouser
Leg crossing the room.

Her hair getting tangled
Her stays getting snapped
My nerves would be jangled
My energy sapped...

Removing her clothing
Would take me all day
And her subsequent loathing
Would turn me away
Which eliminates B
And which leaves us with A.

Now, insofar as approaching it
What would be festive
But have its effect?

Now, there are two ways of broaching it
A, the suggestive
And B, the direct.

Say
That I settle on B, to wit
A charmingly
Lecherous mood
A, I could put on my nightshirt or sit
Disarmingly
B, in the nude.

That might be effective
My body's all right
But not in perspective
And not in the light.

I'm bound to be chilly
And feel a buffoon
But nightshirts are silly
In mid-afternoon.

Which leaves the suggestive
But how to proceed?
Although she gets restive
Perhaps I could read.

In view of her penchant
For something romantic
De Sade is to trenchant
And Dickens too frantic
And Stendhal would ruin
The plan of attack
As there isn't much blue in
"The Red and the Black."

De Maupassant's candour
Would cause her dismay
The Brontes are grander
But not very gay
Her taste is much blander
I'm sorry to say
But is Hans Christian Ander
Sen ever risque?
Which eliminates A...

Now, with my mental facilities
Partially muddied
And ready to snap
Now, though there are possibilities
Still to be studied
I might as well nap.

Bow
Though I must
To adjust
My original plan
How
Shall I sleep
Half as deep
As I usually can
When now I still want and/or love you
Now as always
Now, Anne?