I hear your cadence o bronzed one
Is it your desire your wish of dance
To kiss the chosen one
To feel the scorch of your heart
To bear your burning tongue
Whose kiss has been known to mame
And sear the flesh of the maiden close
To maim her of her love
As she suffers you of host
To bastard you for your mighty seed
To empty your milk pod of fire
And tend your tiny weed
Is that what you were saying
Is that what I did read