Oh temptress, thou art soft and sweet,
Divinity is in your kiss.
If only in my dreams we meet,
Then all my life has been a bliss.
Why must I contain my joy?
Why can I not shout your name?
Why must you be so coy?
And why must I feel such shame?
How blind these other fools must be,
How in faith they are the rookie,
If not my love affair can see,
My love be only a chocolate cookie.
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