A sonnet

Soft list' upon the conversation spake
may it inform your 'quisitive senses
Light your imagination,  set awake ,
So let this knowledge make some  recompense

For you have been left in the dark too long
once wise are you now blind and unforeseen
untold about the secret goings on
but sense and scent describe what all has been.

look to the rose when thorns get in the way
of it being picked, and smelled and cherished, so
in time will scorn them and put them away
And will no more to let their sharpness grow.

So cold revenge what shape now wilt thou take
to **** that lust yet keep the urge awake.