Infatuation Sublime

There is a black haired magician,  
with eyes of transfiguration.  
She’ll make you change position.  
Your disposition at the mercy of her soul.  
She will rock you.    
She will unfold you.    
She will make you pay a toll !  
Her toll, to ride with her to the end of the nerve.  
Where seduction does not swerve.  
Upon her ambiguity, that is upon her preciseness,  
your chivalry will melt into her likeness.