He tempts me- Mara.
He tried and almost tempted the Enlightened one.
Mara, he calls himself, Mara that brings death.
But so sensually he does so
He tempts me

He says, almost in rhymes, rhythm that dances like death.
The wasteland around the tree of knowledge drops it fruit.
He tempts, and tempts again, in snake oil, perhaps snake skin.
He tempts me the same.

Mara the demon, he is, and he tempts me with flesh of beauty.
He tempts me with bearings of promises in bridal purse of his sisters.
He tempts out of love, he tempts me to lust.
He tempts me all the same.

Mara is he, the demon of temptation.
But temptation I've begun to love.
Tempt me more, Mara. For I've begun to lust for the World and all its giving.