what harrow to pour into me
on each thurst of charging beauty
she will play it straight, as unaware
and perhaps, after all, she is.

but I am turning the tide
planning my campaign
it will start on casual words
and march into her head
and soon her soul will fill
with the sound of my approach
and her longing will release her
from her bonds
of being at ease

she will fall
she will relent
her honest smiles and youthful lust
will be mine
will be undone