Red headed nymph, fresh from the vine
Casting her spell on this body of mine
Tempting me with all that she hides
Inside of her, I wish to reside
Smooth, milky white skin from head to toe
Her body a temple, built just for show
For as soon as you fall, under her spell
She’ll disappear to whence she does dwell
A maiden of mystery, sent to entice
Those men who will, never think twice
About following her, into the shade
Thinking about the love to be made
Veiled and masked, her memory remains
To those of us who could not refrain
From that she did offer, to all, and to none
Once the spell she had cast did come undone
Was she real, or an imagined memory
That caught more than one, in lusts’ fantasy?
Author notes
Image credit: Katarina Sokolova
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Was she real, or an imagined memory
That caught more than one, in lusts’ fantasy?
she'll never tell I bet!
This is a lovely entry, you did a very nice job with your rhyme and your story. I see you worked on this some.
Thank you!
Best wishes, and blessings to you,
jin
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