Her Lure--
Analogous--
An Aphrodisiac,
Subtle,
Yet…
Seductive--
Beams,
Amidst
The Mysterious Night,
Ignites--
The Passions
Of Lovers,
Unwilled--
Voyeur She Becomes,
As Never Ending,
Seems Her Spotlight,
Upon Amorous Moments
Beneath Her,
In Night’s
Playground of Shadows,
Secret Coitus…
Hidden,
Except…
From Her Eyes--
Of a Silver Gray Hue.
The Reflections
Of
{Rose}
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