There is a distinct beauty in your walk
a feminine grace that glides and beguiles.
Your movements say volumes; your smile doth talk
Come hither, come here, succumb to my wiles."

Entranced I stagger unsure of my feet
when logic's Hermes (Doubt) taps my shoulder
"Beauty's allure and charm only seem sweet
what lies beneath must surely be colder.

Remember that cloud, Zues' nebulous pet
that tempted then left poor Ixion cursed.
Your monstrous spawn instead shall be regret."
My head spins round toward you, thinking the worst.

But one sidelong glance, one soul searing gaze
dissolves my doubts into logical haze.