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from “Tease” by D.H. Lawrence

You have fingered all my treasures,
   Have you not, most curiously,
Handled all my tools and measures
   And masculine machinery?

Over every single beauty
   You have had your little rapture;
You have slain, as was your duty,
   Every sin-mouse you could capture.

Still you are not satisfied,
   Still you tremble faint reproach;
Challenge me I keep aside
   Secrets that you may not broach.

Maybe yes, and maybe no,
   Maybe there are secret places,
Altars barbarous below,
   Elsewhere halls of high disgraces.

Maybe yes, and maybe no,
   You may have it as you please,
Since I choose to keep you so,
   Suppliant on your curious knees.

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