To be enticed
Caught in the
net of beauty
The
brilliant flare
Lit, the
swinging arc
Bright
against the cold gray sky
The light
of the muse
A golden
vision
I could
not keep her hot gaze
Daughter
of Thunder
Moved by my
longing
Like a
moth, drawn to the flame
Set
against the night
Taken in
the grip
Of passion,
The touch of love
Forbidden,
enthralled
Lost in
the rapture
Floating
on a cloud of bliss
Drugged,
consumed, forgotten
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