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the seduction



what causes us to give up reason?  
what lures us to obsession?  
what seduction tugs at us till we can resist no more?   
would you give your soul to her?  

i have been seduced    
mesmerized by her beauty
needing to be near her
touch her

awed by her fury
lulled by her calm
her odor fills my senses
intoxicates me with every breath

her calls are my sirens song
shrouded in secrecy
mist covering my eyes

i crave to lay upon her
sink deeply into her
feel her wrapping me to her bosom
smothering me 
drowning

i sink into her darkness
glancing at fading light above
something lost begs me to escape her
i cannot 

i let go to her
until i am completely hers
a creature of her deep
her eternal slave



original posting october 2009 
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