Mr. Sly, your master plan congealed;
the thrill of playing the two-tier game
is a flaring, formidable forcefield,
are gruesome goosebumps hard to tame
that fixate instinct on this path
to take advantage of your prey
(by all means but studious).
What plays back in the subconscious
must be ethical nothingness,
even more so affectionate weariness.
Is there chance to repent your habit
or continue as a confident, sexual maverick?