Disdain the rose that so shallow waits upon the bedside table
And step aside from willing words that bid thee to enable
A violet so blue would not blush upon such faces as lies unbidden
Look instead into intentions true, and know the lust there hidden.
A rose so red would not blush so brightly as the intentions within thy toils
And as soft as lovers touches when trapped within thy coils
As faint heart doth break on soft words unbidden
Remember thy bedside manner for thy sins are unforgiven