Tyrant

You're prude and conservative,
and you bore me.
You'd make the perfect candidate
(for a wife) to serve
and abhor me.
I'd do well with you,
it is true -
I'd treat you royally
and rule over you with security.
You'd make the perfect candidate
(for a wife) to serve
and abhor me.

But you, liberal and sexually frank,
I must admit, scare me half to death.
You come with experience uncommon,
rooted out of naiveté exploited.
It is much harder to accept it,
than be the one to first exploit it.
I am not the One, but the next in line.
You say I am the one,
but there are daily pinpricks upon the mind.
I am a Man!
And should've been first on that land,
ruling, as a tyrant, over a people,
and you are a conquered land.