The Manly Beast

I know it’s only for the night you lust to be a sodomite,
have a beast unleash on you his manly might,
But know with all the manly mayhem I’ve to weigh,
abuser is not fun to play

Want not me to be in love what I frighten,
As to sight the lighten upside I’ve been fightin’,
to hear of men the kind I’m meant to be,
a hero, father, gent; a romantic clad in chivalry

In street and house a feared, yet as lover a desired,
Tell the beast is lone man’s attainable attire,
Need for bliss tamed evil as my nature’s virtue,
and I wonder was I weak and ever true?

Thence, to my manly soul I shall recite,
Thy nature is the beast to be by your strength blight,
Breast all the world may tell you, say:
“I shall be a proud man, and I stay!”