Oh the wicked things you have done, mesmorizing temptress. And now I am helpless to turn from your eyes staring deep into my soul. Helpless to deny your thirst to take me down this garden path to lie 'neath the tree of knowledge. I know better. Still there is a touch of evil that whispers in your ear and that slithering voice may be my killing blow, but I care not! My heart swells with passion at the mere sight of you and lust overpowers all reason. I will taste the forbidden fruit with which you tease me. I want it. I need it . . . and tho' it may be my crush, I will devour it.