Gracing Minuetto

Gracing minuetto in the castle of fortune I gazed upon the chance of serendipity I can perceive she is a sublime creature, that of which I marvel The smell of infusing fragrants enchants my desires Reeling me like kir poeticness Grace, scent, feline lure of jaded ushered Virile fantasies amid the gothic night As we clung into a seductress tone The swirl of sweet voices and opera come to form a stirring endeavor With this discern mystique, the hourglass feels hastened Fatigueness leads to an alluring slumber The dawn of feverous romance enigma Darkening a man’s intellect into mistress adoration Consumed by gilded ravishment of rose elegance She craves the caressment of balletic sway of a paramour Craving the taste of rouge lips Charming the fiery mortality to satisfy the appeasement Candle lights burn the explicating flesh Perspiring with a sobbing yearn She is a vixen impacted by this occult night