The Enchantress
She seemed to float into the dance.
Stunning, emerald-like, on a silver cloud.
With ruby red lips, whispering velvet sounds.
We, young girls, knew we hadn’t a chance.
Our clothes were anything but magical.
Teenaged girls, were overcome by her beauty.
Boys hypnotized ,ogling her, as if it was their duty?
Her beauty, we saw was nearly celestial!
I wondered, could I ever look like her?
Where does one become a temptress,
That leaves boys so totally breathless?
The alarm clock rang, my dream was a blur.
I-21-2022
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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