Your lavish words enthrall me once again,
Ravishing me; accept these fingers pale.
Bind me on your palfrey, free my bale
With ****** viscid hands like tracing rain.

You, my matelot, steer me across the main
Eschewing spume-licked sea-storms by your sail.
Your lavish words enthrall me once again,
Ravishing me; accept these fingers pale.

Chain my spirit and strip the palsied pain;
Tonight you take me. Swift my embers fail
As palmy eons end; my tragic tale
Shall meet me with the old conceited Cain.
Your lavish words enthrall me once again.