i am not perfect, not a gentleman

my home in the debris of destruction, in lust untamed

my bed a sinful reminder of what all i have committed

yet, sleeping on the velvety sheets, i dream of a maiden sinless

she comes in my visions often, a creature of porcelain skin and kohl-lined eyes

she is timid as a doe, as reckless as a moth, as soft as a feather

i see her everyday– so different to me, a stark contrast

curse this attraction that builds! i cannot get her, i am too bad

i will hurt her till no end, see her scream and cry

but her visage makes me question– will it pain to give it a try?

the last line is twisted– it can have two meanings
one, the man is trying to change his ways and wants to give this connection a chance
two, the man thinks if hurting the girl for pleasure will be nice, and if he should take that chance