A grimoire that’s enchanting
Holds no temptation for
A woman.- Ars Amandi
All of the Eart is hers.

The heart of the all love philters,
The surest of their kin,
A woman, she from the cradle is
Somebody’s mortal sin.

Ah, so far is Heaven!
Lips in the dark are close…
God, don’t judge! You haven’t
Been a woman on Earth.