Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: The Temptress

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Friday, October 4, 2013

The Temptress

She calls me to her bed again: Insensitive to place or hour The murmur of her sultry voice Draws my head back to her breast No matter what I should do. She whispers in my brain And I, helpless before her power, Feel left with little choice But to succumb and rest; Sleep, temptress, how I love you. Sign in to see full entry.

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