Shall I then have the audacity
to approach your magnificent figure?

Shall my bowed head incite contempt
as I expect from women such as you,
or would such old-world humility
touch your heart expecting brutality?

Yes, those men you count as a conquest,
those who don't spend time upon pleasure;
yours or their own doesn't matter,
the only need being your sense of owning
the man/boy, and his need to boast to his friends.

After the charade is pulled away though,
what then shall you have to say,
what then shall your conquests give to you?

What is left,
after the heart burns through?