I am, at least, I like to think, a mannered
Man, one of good breeding, not a savage
Driven by his passions, not a patriarchal
Boob.  I have respect for women, for their
Thoughts and their ambitions.  Surely,
They're on par with men's, and, you,
Of course, rise far above the dross
Comprising either sex.  I cherish every
Hour with you, learn from what you say
To me.  Your presence soothes me almost
Like a warm cloth draped across my head,
But, dear, though mannered, I'm not
Perfect.  If you wear that dress again,
I'm apt to ravish you.