Pick up your eyes.
Don't stare at your shoes.
Stand up straight.
Be dignified!
You're in the presence
of a courtesan,
the finest courtesan to ever
bid you how-dee-do.
You scoff and like to think her
naught but a glorified prostitute.
But the truth is...
as you lift your eyes...
drink in her curves...
Her perfume captures your olfactory.
Her smooth speech like honey to your ears.
You agree to e v e r y t h i n g she says:
you're not listening to the words.
Prostitute she may be,
but the erection in your pants swells.
Your sense appetites certainly
aren't offended by her profession.
Do you desire her?
Do you want to possess her?
Pick up your eyes.
Don't stare at your shoes.
Take your hands out of your pockets.
You're in the presence of a lady.
Where are your manners, man?!
Look her in the eye.
She curtsies coyly,
blushing on your behalf,
pretending not to notice
the bulge in your pants.
Where is your propriety?
Are you completely unschooled in etiquette?
Bow back when someone bows to you!
Now tell us,
mouth salivating...
erection throbbing...
Tell us solidly:
Who do you love?
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