Subtle temptress, white of form,
Alluring in your veil of steam,
Smiling white enamel gleam
Hinting of a friendship warm.

Tantalising, playing the coquette
Repulsing my advances, as my toe,
Timid as lovers touch, would know
Your mood, You hotly chide “Not yet”

At last relenting, your embrace
Stimulates, then soothes to rest.
Secure and warm you give your best,
Knowing none can take your place.

Oh fickle jade, your ardours cool.
Not even threats or plug and drain
Can bring you back to warmth again,
You unresponsive frigid pool.

H. St.Vincent Beechey.