Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The "Dark Lady' Responds

Oh, you are such a naughty boy,

Penning such a sonnet my Bard,

Bawdy in your body of joy

Of how I make you oh so hard.

You plead a guilty conscience of

Letting your nobler mind and soul

Give in to flesh of lust for love,

With me in triumph be your goal.

Yes, I know I cause you to rise

To occasion of your desire

To possess me, a worthy prize,

For lighting up your loins on fire.

But this "Dark Lady" must reply,

Will, you are just another guy.