A Murderous Hand
When Venus calls you never fornicate—
You use the hand that’s best to masturbate.
No matter? Trust me, it’s a crime so great
Your mind can scarcely grasp its weight.
Horatius came once and triplets ensued;
Mars sired twins when Ilia got screwed.
Both would have spent their precious measure
Had beating off been their only pleasure.
What Nature tells you must without fail stick:
“You lose a person when you stroke your dick.”
Martial IX, xli