Seduction
There she was standing in the moonlight
her back was to me, a waterfall to the right
slowly I walk up to her, and stroked her hair
her blouse was open, beneath she was bare.
She turns towards me with a smile so coy
it stired my manhood, it was no longer boy
into my arms she came to me
on my mind, there was only she.
Into the water that was lit by the moon
I knew she was mine, but knew not how soon
under the waterfall our lips did meet
her lips were like cherries, the flavor so sweet.
In this pool we became as one
across the mountains I could see the rising sun
on the grass I could see the glistening dew
all I could wonder is who seduced who.
(QuietEagle)
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