You wiggle your legs, enticingly
Sweet pleasure to my eyes
Your firm, full body excites me
Causes my ardour to rise.

You make as if to leave
But you know you cannot go
And your coquettishness
Just makes my juices flow.

Now I move toward you
And you quiver at my touch
The vibrations through my body
Are almost far too much.

I caress you, oh so gently
You become so quiet and still
Then, once again, you dance for me
Subject to my will.

At last, you stare at me
With those big and soulful eyes
We know the truth between us
There's no more time for lies.

Our joining must be swift
And at the end you'll die
For I am mistress of this web
And you are but the fly.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 397 AF.