I am a pleasure.
In between your legs my scepters reign
My passion is no measure
One flash of me drives you in sane
Like a deer, my thirst never sate
I come to one, or two at a time
This is who I am. My humble fate
What pain is called pleasure, oh you!?
Thou art a thirst that can die without a quench
Thou did lure young lads and wench
I know where is thy secret and dwelling place
Ye hide in every screen blue,
In idle minds and what e’er is dark in hue
I know thee and thy tempting face.