What is the secret of your allure?
Of that you’re egregiously sure.
It’s not any stranger
than subtly becoming a symbol of danger:
intimately knowing how to trespass
without losing what some call your class
but what you know is how you secure
the preeminence of your allure:
to play a role with extreme delight
that assuages, then tends to ignite
the supreme thing that fuels your game:
your eruptive voluptuous shame.