Tags
fire, love, lust, Mortal Sin, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, secrets, Valentine's Day, whispers
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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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 