Hair of Fire, Fair of Face
She draws you to her Inner Place

Lips of Red begin the Game
Silent whispers Spark the Flame

Luring you into her Trance
Knowing there can be no Chance

To flee from her Hypnotic Eyes
And Save yourself from Love’s Demise

Alluring powers Beckon you
Fight you must but Never do

Your Touch against her Velvet Skin
Has you Bound Forever in Mortal Sin

As a Silent whisper Sparks the Flame
And Lips of Red begin the Game

 

 

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