"Fancy a little sex?" Asked in the posh way....
Lend me your soul so I can speak to it,
For it has led your inner child astray,
Be gone all the temptations that ruin you,
Let milk of the earth flow through your veins.
So call your mind away from the brimstone,
Let the song of the Sirens be mute,
Leave the apple, in its dewy skin, hanging,
You need not forbidden fruit.
So lend me your heart and I will hold it,
Forever in my hand and my eyes,
And together enjoy it while we succour truly,
As we bind in our bodies delights.