Beautiful fella of colourful harem,
on his lips dwells an arsenal of charming words,
he triggers, fires and robs his coquettes,
like a flitting butterfly, he pollinates from plant to plant,
he is but a seasonal lover.
Master of all, his coquetry avails all maidens,
blonde, brunette, negro make his conquests;
between his thighs lies a dangling rifle,
a rifle that bears no cultured trigger;
on Caprice, he shoots and sails between all thighs
as his machismo triggers a burning bestiality,
he bills, he coos and grabs the booties;
easy lad sees no sin but to sate the lassies.
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Casanova arrests with charm and handcuffs with love,
a love that poisons the hearts with stupor
and veils the eyes with a mystery mist.
Aye! His lassie has caught the bouquet!
a bouquet of wedlock and unison,
but nay our charming lover is no friend with unison;
oath and troth are foes at war with the fleeting lover,
away he breaks on a voyage of love,
a voyage to hunt a different siren.
But for how long will casanova sail?
In a vast ocean of damsels and coquettes,
but, alack! Casanova sails now in a beastly cave,
where the ocean enchantress abides;
Casanova is entrapped with poisoned love,
a love that will torment him for life….