Enchantress
Flauntingly, orb fully swollen, superbly draped in golden blush; epitome of moments stolen, slow to rise, with ghostly hush. Concealed at first by wispy cloud, as though perchance the lady’s shy - then stepping out in glowing shroud and splendour fills a jewelled sky. Seduced am I - concerns unwind; suffusing me with lunar potions she takes control of all my mind, riding tides of my emotions. Enchantress of my sanity; so spellbound by your magic smile, my heart proclaims affinity and I am yours, for just a while.
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