Termendous and powerful, unwielding, your aspect has upon me,
A conflagration deep inside, churning, burning; surely you see.

It makes me powerless to your will, heart overkill, and it beats strong for you,
Rampant in its might, turning opposite of flight, to ajoin with the view.

As I drink them in, the charms manifest and mesmerize in sensual form,
Feminimity aglow, I wait in the wings, wishing to be called and perform.

My twinkling eyes take all in, my senses arrouse, and at command I am behaved,
And seeing goddess’ magic, her shackles and chains, hope to be enslaved.