There can be only one seductress, one caller of man, one who weakens the mightiest of minds and hearts.
Like lyrics sung in a whisper
On a midnight’s breeze
Soft, romantic, perhaps haunting
She charms me with her wiles
And beckons me from my perch
The seductress of evening delight
Oozes power and strength over man
Allowing not thought, but only
Instinct and a reaction to all that
Is woman. She is my warden
Of the prison of the night
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