There’s no prick, lover’s or husband
That will approach me erect
Shut in at home, I’ll live prickless and chaste
And I’ll be dressed seductively and be beautifully made
So as to set on fire my man’s desire
And let him not f*** me with my consent
But if the prick forces itself upon me
I will not reach ******… at the same time as it does
I will not have my slippers raised to the ceiling
Nor will I, like a whore, take up for him the position of the lioness-on-a-cheese-grater
And so, to bind all this together, we hereby drink this wine
And if I break this solemn oath may the wine I drink turn to water