There is a Guardian Angel, an Extra-Terrestrial sexy Alien watching over me and also tempting me with forbidden fruit. Alas, the twain can’t meet.
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From the corner of my eye
I see her keen eyes spy
My every move is cleverly shadowed
By this eerie sprite oestrogen endowed
But when I turn back to look
Gobbledy gook! she’s gone like a spook
Could be a Shaman’s Guardian Angel
Or signature signs of an Archangel?
Whatever she does, she augurs well
Often I can’t resist her phremone smell
Like an addict I yearn for more
Erotomania dreams of Nymphomaniac’s lore.
being in the field of science, i was attracted to this poem because scientific words were used very artistically and was able to play a part in relaying the intentions of the writer.
a well-written poem. 
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