Those paramours

To all those paramours over there
Who have the prettiest girlfriend and daintiest wife
Yet who wish to immerse in my sinuous waters
Before entering the holy matrimony
Or after coming back from their honeymoon
To quench their thirst
To have a lifetime of experience.

Aren't you gratified with your choices?
What do they lack that I possess?

You all paint the town red
With your facade of love
"My love, my bae
I can't survive without you a single day".

And clandestinely message "my lady, I seek you like none
You are the queen
While others are my taste buds!
You rob my senses with your earthly verses
I desire you like the ebbing soul
Allow me to dip in your profoundness
And prove my prowess"

And when they enter...
Flaccid becomes their existence.

So how do they compensate
By inflicting blinding pain on my flesh.
Why
Coz I am their coveted
Yet concealed mistress.
What a charade!