Seduction, for the ill quipped

To climb the blinding Arizona heat,
be like a deserted slush of fondu;
sit across the girl wrapped pleat,
talk the yolk, dress bamboo.
Sizzle in her restless giddy balk,
but gallop round her dinner plate;
jumpstart sparks with higher talk,
but never dare to mention fate;
(Chance has always been that hand
which sets the motions of romance;
Time has proven through every land,
deceive a damsel, waive your dance.)
Beware, beware, when treasure near,
though close in reach, closer still
when you eat the peach. For her veneer
sits on smiles and winks, so go, fill
that glass, just so much and not so more,
even dare and dally a touch or two
—else you’ll seem the total bore,
and simply seek the hint, find the clue.
Now, just don’t fill time wit’ rime like mine,
for then lil-Fate might really make of you
nothing short a siri mime—
through whom all and all will see.
And? Well if this be not lesson enough
try Shakespeare, master of flirtatious fluff.

I think what you are saying is to avoid sensitive subjects and be comedic until he wins her over. Am I right?