I want to suck the nectar from his spine.
Ring the juice from his bountiful grape vines.
Pluck the fruit from his glorious trees.
Ring them apart to plant my own seeds.
Enter his brain and travel its course.
Mine out the Gold and cipher his source.
For this, I will need to cast a spell.
An illusion to drink from his well.
To pluck his rip fruit, I must prevail.
Determine the strength of his roots.
I need to raise up a troop.
So that I can become a well, and water my vines.
How to befriend an enemy? To make him speak, to learn of his penetralia.
Get them to cast a spell, have him believe that you are a dry well; just a bit gormless.
Dependant upon their strength.
A damsel in distress?
Or a strongly minded sang-from lady?
Maybe someone who is a bit in between?
A gentle being with a hint of masculinity? An effulgent aura!
I think the best is a young hungry maiden who’s comparable to a typhoon.
Typhoons strikes fear into the heart. All while causing their victim to feel awed. Causing abeyance at her presences or entrance.
Thinking run, all the while begging to be kissed by her waves.
Yearning for even just a stiver of her attention and care.
I know not the exact tactics to envelope his ways.
One thing I do know is that I will win this hunt and learn his sagacious ways.