Goddam Sonnet 3

Another surrender voluptuous
To my brutal Muse who demands sonnets.
I am his sonnet-bitch, industrious
And no longer struggle, snared in his nets.
He demands I proclaim all about you,
All fathoms-deep longing, all profound lust,
The respect your masculinity's due.
The prior sentence inflames me. Unjust
To strip me bare of all my defenses,
And parade around the helpless white slave,
Love and affection my sole offenses,
For that I'm condemned to publicly rave.
"Write more sonnets and maybe" Master said,
"You'll finally get him naked in bed."