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Strolling down the avenue, summer’s time fondue
Quite casually, viewing pieces of reality basking
Semi-present by austere, but very much classic
As a beauty prize beguiles my libdo by amaze
Feeling disdain for the refrain of lust once more
Her verse was wavering to my common senses
Like curves in a road oft travelled yet not use to
Pied Piper lines of suspense to opaque unknowns
Unable to veer from this quest of enchantment
Hypnotized by her spin that I could not control
Astray were my thoughts in knowing her ending
Guised in beautiful renditions of poetic emotions
My devotion is decided as I previewed this rear view
Accompanying my virulent desires for conquest anew
Of a damsel in this dress whose citadel I longed to enter
Her gait on scape’ limbs leading as a bow to instrument
Frolicking in infamy as all eyes were seduced immediately
Siren in blatant screeching audacity she played on silence
As thoroughbred strides broke minds as sudden disturbance
Inciting eyefuls of widening insight, in fact inviting feelings
Reeling in such intoxicating gravity I gave chase to a dream
Turning the corner to claim this gift of spirit, I swiftly approach
Nearing her she senses me and turns to face her follower
Unforseen is the demise of my high as I behold my fate
As she was another summer novel turning on entertainment
But her twisting ending was not that great!
The End
