Atharva Veda 6.102: A man's love charm

Even as this ox, O Asvins, steps and turns together with his mate, So let thy fancy turn itself, come nearer, and unite with me.

I, as the shaft-horse draws the mare beside him, draw thee to myself.
Like grass that storm and wind have rent, so be thy mind at-tached to me!

Swiftly from Bhaga's hands I bear away a love-compelling charm Of ointment and of sugar-cane, of Spikenard and the Kushtha plant.