They tear the fastenings—naked she steps out
To practise with her long-past-bearing body
The wiles of the Earthbound (Ah, the fine young man,
The hot young man whose kisses tasted sweet
To our new postulant!) Madam, I beg you!
You have mistaken the room; no, next door sleeps
A lusty bagman, he’s the man to embrace you
And welcome you with every brisk refinement
Of passion. But while you rumple his sheets,
The innocent and unhappy eyes of Rachel