Though I foolishly began my pursuit,
To taste the treasures of your precious fruit
So now to torture, you caress my ear,
With your soft golden voice, too faint to hear.
And more alluring items you reveal,
Allowing me to glimpse what you conceal.
And skillfully lead our quickening dance,
Just to simply thwart my keenest advance.
Your every trick only swells my desire,
That my method gains wit before I tire.
But perfected ways are hard to decline,
So your pleasures I will surely divine.
Now with Solomonís lessons I seduce,
For his lovers never had an excuse.
And though you may fool, your secrets withhold,
I vow to pursue you, till I grow cold.