When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is_to die.

The night is lit with star light.
A Full moon’s glow,
Adds to the light.
I dance before you,
With naked skin.
My essence feels your manly senses.
You want the sweet nectar that lies with in.
My little girl eyes entice you in a special way.
My hips start to sway as I come closer.
My breast moving in a seductive way.
I stir you in a bewitching way,
I mesmerize you making you stay.
Your manhood rises with out a touch.
My charisma touches you in a spell bound way.
You take the magic in your fingers,
And press the tips upon mine.
Not a word needs to be said,
but the enchantment has begun.
Define moves Come from me,
My body flows erotically.
The hunger in you starts to rise,
As you relish the thirst I stir deep inside.
Absolution is what I announce,
As I dance all about.
I torment you in a tantalizing manner,
As you beseech me to come a little closer.
Responding back I say to you,
Your admiration has room to grow.
Want me and Want me tomorrow,
Then you will have me from deep within.
Captivating you as I become yours.