Seduction, A Sonnet Poem by Roberto Ottoboni

O maiden, scornest me not!
I know thou dost love me in thy soul
Tho the World hath a sinister plot
To make me believe thy heart is cold.
Thy hair is as golden as the sunlight
That fallest upon a crystal stream.
Come to me my Love at midnight
And we shall wander together thru my dream!
For I will rest my head upon thy breast so softly
And lick thy snowy skin like ice cream.
Thou art so pure but I will ravish thee
Until I hear thy musical scream!
Yea, thou shalt feel a joy so rare
That nothing can with it compare!