Voodoo Love A casting glance was all but it took, … And l was caught, Mesmerised within her web

, Of fine gossamer silkiness, Entwined by shadow threads, … Of such fine caresses! Brushing my soul lightly, … Touching me, holding my gaze, Enticing me further into darkness, And dazzling my spirit with magically, … Incensed scents of desiring kisses, Lost on the clouds of moonlight, … Flightless, and silent, Yet so mysterious, … Dancing to harvest song, Smelling her upon the nights breeze, Tangled up in the darkening skies, Helpless was l, Snared by her hex upon my heart, And upon the hour, … Did l awaken to such a smile, Miss do l, such beauty from then, Timeless castles of memory, From dreams of night afore, When dance did l, And make love till dawning, With my mistress of golden mornings, Copyright © Iyam Anaspie

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