Moonlight Seduction

Do you like it, my dear?
I stole it, of course - and
not even from that Irish critic's book.
No, dear old Bela wore it;
he was Hungarian,
so he might have been related.
Never seeing an opera
doesn't preclude yours truly
from wearing it, after all.
I like the red in the lining.

Old wives' tales, no more:
who could live for centuries?
Lizbet? Bathos not Bathory:
as mad as a Magyar monk.
Come closer, dear one:
relax, a skin so smooth
and shiny under moonlight
deserves a decorative blemish.