Letting

Laying.
Letting liquid
leek from lustrous lining.
Letting.
Love liberate illicit knowledge
Of  my lewd lot to befall.
All for you.
All laughable malaise,
All ill lacerations
Inflicted willfully
Its all for you.
Like a lady of docility
I live by the law
You’ve laid in my leaning.
And I long for further malevolence.