Lovemaking

I rape the women I love with great care,
First I rip their souls and lay them bare,
Then I pluck the deception in their eyes,
And with a smile drown their feeble cries.

Making love is a cold blooded affair,
I take great pains to plan and prepare,
I weave my smiles into a deadly snare,
And gently beckon them to my special lair.

I am a man with a scientific bent of mind,
Each action of mine is precise and defined,
Each thought polished and refined,
When I finish I leave no trace behind.

Bombay