The Fidelity of Man

Lo, every man who's born bears the same curse,
About his thirteenth year, 'twill activate,
Any lass, with the right act rehearsed,
Can steal his will; his thinking captivate.

All she must do is speak the magic words,
Twist her shape just so, gently touch him here,
He may resist at first, but it's absurd:
If she persists, his mind she'll domineer.

Through strength of will, this fate he can delay,
But o'er long term, he has just one defense,
If one begins the spell, he cannot stay;
To keep self-rule, he must leave her presence.

So if he seeks never to be cajoled,
A faithful man will flee while in control.