The Aura
As a condor soars.
It radiates beyond cure.
Passion at its core.
Vibrant, vitally pure.
Enchanting romance
Laughing in the rain
We talked about jazz,
And of hurricanes.
A liquid sunshine smile.
A butterfly as we dance.
Azure fire in her eyes.
Sparks of desire from her hands.
Bevels with contours.
Wild yet demure.
This Aura she wore
Is Primal Allure.
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