Go drink deeply the blood of first amour
set forth to scale this precipice in awe.
Use if you will, the art of artless
conversation, but don’t forget the heat
that flames inside your core, the fire ever
throbbing hotter as you learn of guile
and craft it to manipulate your love.
Indeed, there is more to love than roses,
there are so many bedroom games to play.
The ties that bind are silken, are they not?
And ice so cold can also make her hot.
Her dreams are not just made of fantasy—
they are the binding force set forth to blaze
your name, from first we kiss to infamy…