\n Temptress, tempt this to bliss;
\n Just a kiss, my dear mistress?

\n Winged, she dominates my dreams;
\n I couldn’t care,
\n That she isn’t what she seems,
\n For a kiss, it’s fair.

\n Jet-black, shadow made flesh;
\n Veil my eyes with sweet lies
\n Shining scales, my judgment fails
\n Upon lust she sails – I must!

\n Eyes of sanguine,
\n I feel a stirring within,
\n Susurrate seduction to me,
\n I cannot break free from thee.

\n With lips of silk,
\n Whisk away my mind,
\n Left behind;
\n I’ll wither and unwind.

\n Seductress, with only a siss
\n I would descend for Lady Dis.