Vivienne

Imploring the Sovereign’s Orb, 

the stench of Sex societally reigns.  

People of now wield, I, your sword,  

as the worship of dress tongues these veins. 

Bonded in bondage,  

vulgarity restricted, 

peacefully found and 

recalcitrant addicted. 

Through tightly corseted fetishism, 

intensity-exclusive rawness does aspire, 

a tartan of sado-masochism 

alternating with desire.