And falling deep into your sultry eyes?
And by what incense is your scent enhanced,
That all resisting will inside me dies?
Do tell what wicked magics you have caste
To frenzy out the beast I've held inside.
And, too, forget my carnal passions' past
That all those memories, with you, reside.
I know not what bewitching you have done
And, truth be told, I never really cared.
It's just that guessing games have lost their fun,
And I would like to know how I'm ensnared.
And so, while I've not will to be set free,
Do tell the way that this is done to me.