Dark lady, prisoner of cold virtue,
I implore you, that passion to embrace
Buried deep in your heart. Tis no disgrace
To cast off your habit, and so be true
To your desires, then rise in flesh anew
And in rapture enter that holy place
On the high summit of infinite grace
Losing yourself in the ecstatic view.
I am hard pressed in my forbidden lust,
Pulsing with the rhythm of my desire
To possess your soul, and with one sharp thrust
Immerse my magic in the burning fire 
That is concealed behind gates of delight
And so together ride into the light.