All the power to enslave a man
is contained in woman -- if she desires
to have him, she needs a ripe, cunning plan
to flatter, first, then ignite love's fires
sealing the promise with a deadly kiss

making sure he has no will to resist
Time is her enemy; it serves his mind
she must strike quickly, her flesh as a fist
slipped from its glove, it may grip and then bind
his flesh to hers, and he will think it's love

once in love, he will play slave to her whim
nothing on earth can remove her from him
he is her clothing, he is her new glove
deluded by guile to think it is love