I am going to make love to you, my sweet Ipsitilla,
My darling, my charming creature,
Invite me to your home for a midday favour.
And if you do, help me out:
Let no one bolt the door
And don’t be tempted to go out,
But stay home and make ready for us
And nine consecutive fucks.
And if you decide yes, please invite me at once,
For I have eaten and lie here supine and sated –
I poke through my tunic and cloak.