Spellbound
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At the dusk when the sun sinks
She is free of her worries and things.
The moon appears in the sky
Moonbeams to all directions do fly .
The moon is as white as her face itself
In moonlight her passions couldn’t help.
The soft breeze is whistling through trees
Shaking them to let their flowers fall free .
Full of fragrance with an overdose
The breeze sniffs through her nose
The scents from a blossomed rose
An irresistible intoxicating dose .
Pleasant breeze, the carrier of scent
Of honey from flowers pregnant,
Stimulates her dormant desires
Fans the ignition of her self fires.
The cool breeze showers
The abundance of flowers
The echoes of wind tunes
The beauty of shining moon
Ignite her lust ...
Desires peaking to burst .
Highly enchanted and spellbound
By the arrows of Cupid around
She gazes at the full moon
Jealous of her feminine boon.
She sighs, moans and fumes
Again and again in high tunes.
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