Love Poem: I'm a scoundrel -

I'm a scoundrel -

I'm a scoundrel, thru-and-thru
      please don't fall, whate'er you do
         no libel mine, should pain ensue
   withdraw your heart
should passion start
      what I want's not within
         but rather skin-to-skin

I'm a scoundrel, fond of flesh
      female forms in moonlight, fresh
         porcelain curves, a sensual thresh
   I'll not speak of
this phantom, "Love"
      but bid my time to waste
         on savoring your taste

I'm a scoundrel, that is true
      there is no heed in what I do
         exploring every inch of you
   with moistened lips
and fingertips
      adoring for my crime
         your surfaces, sublime

I'm a scoundrel, in-and-out
      weakened by a playful pout
         I worship on my knees, devout
   that place, divine
the lotus, thine
      seductive, yet demure
         your smouldering allure.

I'm a scoundrel, captives none
      a fool for live, libidinous fun
         and I will never be outdone
   my mission, lone
to make you moan
      perfecting what I do
         is ALL in pleasing you.

I'm a scoundrel, always be
      bent on dame debauchery
         still, I often wish you'd see
   my self as more
worth caring for
      I must admit to you
         that now I'm falling ...

too.