Tabitha Dorsalis

‘Come, rest between my breasts’
She said; ‘Desire it best’ said he
‘My dear, what is your fee?
Are you safe for me to play?’
‘Why Sir, come this way
What games we have to play, you choose
I’ll take away your blues’
What had he left to lose. The test
He failed the doctor said
The price of lust in bed, no cure
She was not sweet and pure
There’s nothing left for sure, no knife
Or drug; he’s lost his wife
A sick old man, his life soon dead

©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Luc Bat Sonnet – http://thepoetsgarret.com/2018Challenge/form06.html