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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  • CHIPMUNK on Apr 25, 2011

    awesome share liked it

  • elnavann on Apr 25, 2011

    Beautiful. Your poem draws a person in from the first sentence

  • papaleng on Apr 25, 2011

    Ah! that is a cute piece.

  • S.K on Apr 27, 2011


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