All the ladies command me

One:
The licorice red siren
of Fouette jete arabesque
places her as a Goddess
no other Gods before her

Two:
You shall not use this
name in vain as silver
shadowed chiaroscuro
profiled outline of
mysterious attitudes
unspoken secrets

Three:
She pulses the sea
to Sunday prisms
keeping holy all
the Sabbath waves

Four:
Inside her mollusk
nakedness the
horizon of birth
cascades as honor
to her beginnings

Five:
Never shall this despair
spin to murderous
resolutions tearing the
soul to shatters

Six:
I take her pleasures
unmindful of the
promiscuous mask
of the adult toward
adultery of delights

Seven:
She severs the science
of my eyes with finesse
of smoke luring me to
confidences of larceny

Eight:
Upon the grasses of
gossip she bears
witness to my duplicity

Nine:
I covet her charm
from afar so as to
hide my heaviness
of hunger for her

Ten:
All her pastels of
paste and prettiness
become the greener
grasses of my wants