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Created on: December 12, 2008
The Temptress
Her locks the hue of the amber flame
Mesmerizing, addicitng, just the same
So captivated was I , that I never asked her name
She hooked me with an angelic glow
And glistened like light on the fresh white snow
Then she passed and I watched her go.
'Til from my eye she felt my stare
and walked e'er slowly toward my chair
And met my eyes with tender care
But as she drew near my heart did race
And I felt myself go blush in the face
My pulse was beating at a rapid pace.
Who is this girl, that I tremble so?
From whence did she come and where does she go?
I only wish I could say I know.
She caressed my hair and brushed my chest
And as my senses tried to rest
She kept me high, as if in distress
Leaning down, my ear she whispered in
What I heard made my head spin
And upon her face came a luscious grin
She grabbed me by the breast of my suit
Her lips as sweet and tempting as fruit
My dreams of her kiss she would refute.
And through her sensual display
She teased and with my mind did play
I wanted her to forever stay.
Sensation greater than e'er before
She left me wanting more and more
And turned 'round and walked toward the door
She was as fair as a misummer's eve
The temptress who made me falsely believe
And all I could do was watch her leave
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