Wild and wicked with gazes alluring
the sherry gold in your eyes
steals breath, starts the heart whirling
and the lips utter a muted sigh.
Your skin the sweet transparency
of moonlight shed upon the sea
your hair the raven of caverns deep…
let me be the sand under your feet.
Let me be the breeze that blows in your hair
or the chill of the dew on your cheek
let me become the pure, sweet air
or the light in your eyes that you seek.
Maid of Luck, of Thrill and Chance
let us be enthralled in sinful romance
as I bow to you, may you yield to me
and grant me the gifts of life’s liberty.
Mistress of magic, of fortunes and games
come in your gowns of wishing and jewels
give me the secrets of riches and fame
linger amidst us, the handsomest fools.