To Her Insistent Shepard
A response to To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
By: Katrina Robinson! (That's me! :D)

Had we but world enough, and time,
I might believe your words sublime
And may’st convice this lamb’d love me
To let you break my chastity

But speak of distance now no more
Of courting as less a love than chore
You accuse me thus of coyness cruel
And then possessive of my precious jewel

But much like the bitter taste of wine
This treasure sweetens over time
Lovers exist in times much shorter
With sweet, sweet love and not lust’s mortar

For love of myself and love of God
I shan’t embrace this brash façade
Of never finding a man who will
Both love me and wait for our marriage bill

This mindset so timeless, it’s not archaic
You act so confused like it’s algebraic
If obedience to God goes unrewarded in Death
Then what of heaven? What of Seth?

So, please, if I so deserve a timeless state
Do not love me at a lower rate
No need to talk of my bosom or breast
Or speak of my legs as if they are blessed

I’m awkward and young, though matured on the shell
The fruit of these passions are seeds made in Hell
Though lips we do press, and hands we do hold
And the curves of our bodies unite like a mold

Though we break from our kisses and my cheeks are all flushed
Revealing eyes glazed with hope and (dare I say it?) lust
I shan’t let Helios rush me to his gold chariot fast
For this aching rush of urgency isn't bound to last

So I say to you, my Id to my left, and my SE to my right
I’m a real woman, kind Sir, not your Lady of the Night.