The Lovin' Cup

Drink with me from the loving cup, goodly Sire. For in mine eyes no other is as comely as thee. The devilish smile which shines from thine eyes, Tempts my womanly virtue to be free. Thou art the dream that haunts my days, And hopeless yearning that fills my nights. For thou art the prize mine heart would twin, Since many a moon hast thou been in my sights. This potion fine, concocted by mine own fair hand, Which tastes as nectar, rich, honeyed, and smooth, Needs only one sip to slip the veils that blind, So that this ache within me thou wouldst soothe. Thou shalt be besotted completely under my spell. Drunk on desire, love-smitten, thou wilt plead To hold me fast in thy urgent embrace, As I fulfill every amorous need. Sweetly thy exquisite lovemaking cascades upon me, And to heaven's wondrous gates, in rapture when I fly. Evermore wilt thou be locked within my heart, And never with another shall I long to lie.