Pleasure and man

And pleasure
Silk overflowing gown garbed,
Unopaque and ornamental,
Diademed and sceptres;
Peaked on a mountain;
Her hair flawlessly stretched.

Bid the Puny souls to her
Breasted bossom— sooth of her
Foamish skin; burning embers.
Her sweet gracious lips,
To stroke her golden clad hair.

If they climb derringly,
Crossing seas deep deserts wide,
Forsaking their book of psychology;
Hijack brothers paddle for their tide.
On forehead imprint
(One needs fall other to rise)

To ceaselessly fly the race
Though blood be spilled.
And men as men race to the peak,
Such ant-like movement as they go,
There was chaos in the mountain.

They reached the peak sound
Their soul fallen flat the ground

O immortal goddess
Your beauty be unblamed
Men are by their acting famed
It is a nurtured and untamed lust
Rightly from their mothers womb.