Oh, Mademoiselle, beware the count
he's dangerous, can't you see,
the little love notes
that pass between
are not innocent ma,cherie.
Oh, Mademoiselle, don't trust the count
tonight, before you sleep,
draw your drapes, secure your stays
be sure to turn the key.
Oh, Mademoiselle, be sure the count
under cover of the moon,
will creep uninvited, unseen, unheard
and slip into your room.
Oh, Mademoiselle, resist the count
with delicate lips and cool fingertips
he'll kiss aside your cares,
brush away your patches
pull the ringlets from your hair.
Oh, Mademoiselle, fight off the count
cry out for heavens name,
he'll mount and ride you
for the filly you are
unbroken, unbridled, untamed,
stifle your gasping with a bejewelled hand
hold you steady and true by your mane.
Oh, Mademoiselle, that rogue the count
stole your honour while you were asleep,
he bundled your virtue into his lace hankerchief
and carried it off in his sleeve.
Comments
kheldar | January 4, 2010 - 15:42
very good, I almost had an attack of the vapours !!
Beeme | January 4, 2010 - 19:50
I agree with kheldar, really good. I enjoyed this greatly.
threeleafshamrock | January 4, 2010 - 20:17
The guy sounds like a right count but I quite enjoyed the rascal ;)
shoe | January 5, 2010 - 11:02
ha, ha, "published for the edification of others" then publicly burned 40 years later, they don't write 'em like that anymore. Les Liaisons Dangereuses indeed!!!
Mangone | January 5, 2010 - 12:14
Oh, Mademoiselle, that rascal in red
that rogue in rouge, that scoundrel
he has said you made your own bed
yet he it was that lied in it :O)
shoe | January 5, 2010 - 16:42
Mangone, you are a gentleman,:~}
Mangone | January 5, 2010 - 16:53
I'm glad you noticed ;O)