I have Al Di meola's  Dark Tango playing
I'm daydreaming celestial happenings,
when my dreams are usurped

By a sorcerer, and I don't believe in it
or at least that it can have any effect on
me, how wrong can one be

In no time at all I'm under his spell and
though I yell for release, all I get is the
intense gaze of his piercing eyes, and I
realize he thinks I'm his prize

Like a mouse in a trap or a fish in a net
no way can I get out, unless he wishes to
let me go , but his eyes are saying no

I try to fathom his intentions, as he begins
 incantation of words such as I have never
heard, and I'm both aroused and afraid
he could be a satyr, it wouldn't matter

Then a scent of incense begins to waft in the
air and I become mesmerized, it is so intense
I fantasize, a satiable feeling  of  flight as he
takes me to the dimension of cosmic delight

Lazily my thoughts say this can't be wrong it's
too right, and it gets better all through the night
as I give in to him without a fight

The feeling is so excruciatingly good I feel faint
like I'm about to die, and it's understood, whether
sinner or saint,may I never awake if I have to
choose, for I know which one would lose

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