Katherine:
Be gone and let me alone
Vanish thyself from my sight,
You vile Prince, what a moveable you are,
Be broken as easily as I have cursed you
Petruchio:
Fair maiden do sit upon me bare,
Feel as my wood swells as you get wet;
Your lips enchant me,
You have given me the perfect prize
I will be your chair forever,
But spread your thighs before you rest here;
Let me feel your heat and desire
And fulfill your every pleasure
Katherine:
Oh, the bile that seeps from your mouth,
Words I fain utter again
Especially among one such as you,
And know I will never sit on you; I rather stand
©2007 – V. A. Coote