Without hesitation, she throws a
Glance your way and draws you in.
Simply put: mere puppets play,
Handled with little effort.
Defenses neutralized, you are
Drawn into her eyes—beautiful,
Bold, burning, beckoning—and
Instantly you become transfixed.
Blessed it seems with a mighty
Power, her little finger rises,
Curls and forms into a simple
Twisting action and 'evermore
Your heart and soul belong to her.
Captive...subject to her spell, you
Find yourself at the precipice and
You cannot turn or pull away. You
Submit to her will, draw in a breath
And lovingly take the final step.
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