Beyond the rocks, in the spray of the foam Adriatic
Moans a tale both bitter and old as aquatic
Before men had charm and women a figo
Before the grape gave veritas in vivo
Daring satyrs raced on the rockside
over and back again
None was faster, hardier
or stronger than Adrian
When others tired he sat out in the moonlight
And fingering on his flute to use the time right
Shining one eve, rose from bubbles a nude trouble
Her lures were many, keen eyes the double
Each night he'd step closer
One bristle strip poker
He drank the sight of her purity
He would tear it, raw, deploredly
She smiled and danced on the grasses
Out he looked longing,
No time in faeryland passes,
One night, he lust for wronging.
My temptress, tell thy name of ardour's adornment
Eve, she replied, all Timid-Caprice-Abashment
Love binds us, he vowed, let us unite as the stars in the sky
AHHH she screamed, her watery body turned to blood as she cried
Hold no water may men, rape is a possession
Under drink's influence, beckons her obsession
Oxygen inflates the male bravado
Man in sleep must coax its desires, alone.
Opened up to sob, reddening channels for her children to seep, in the seamen's foam.