On Seduction
A Seductress plays but a dangerous game,
Her object, to steal his heart's desires.
She walks not softly upon his soul,
Drawing him to to her all consuming fire.
The hidden secrets of his dreams,
His thoughts she invades and captivates,
As he allows her to seduce him again,
Completely and everlasting.
© 2014 CM Davidson
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