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The Nocturnal Enchantress
Unraveling the Veil of Night
In whispers soft, the twilight sighed,
A serpent’s quiver, mystified,
Enchantress to my chamber came,
Unraveled yearning, a wild flame.
Her tresses flowed like rivers’ grace,
Neglected strands, a tender lace,
Thoughts obscure as starless skies,
Her bosom veiled in feathers’ guise.
A leaping hare, a moment’s tryst,
The artistry I could not resist,
What lingers after dreams take flight?
In passion’s arms, we found our light.
Her eyes concealed a fathomless plea,
A hunger only love could free,
The fragrance of her soul, divine,
A genie, bound by fate’s design.
In tempests stirred and passions tamed,
No flood could hold our love unnamed,
Her gaze, a mirror of desires,
Translated longing, stoked our fires.
Her essence lured, a genie’s spell,
Caution, lest the bottle quell,
Who is she, this vision rare?
A laughter sweet, our souls laid bare.
