Softly beckoning she draws you into her silken mist
You quietly plead, but cannot resist
Deeply mesmerized by burning emerald eyes
How they so demandingly insist
Your own gaze is firmly held by her fiery jewels
Drawing you into her silken mist
Keep holding your steady ground while you can
Knowing always, that you must persist
Lonely voices call from within the folds of mist
Swirling round her beckoning stance
Warning you to continue holding your steady ground
Do not accept her inviting call to dance
Oh woe to he who dances here in the silken mist
His heart will ever roam within the folds
Dancing in shadows with hearts who could not resist
Emerald eyes, burning with fiery cold
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 9:41 AM UTC
Softly beckoning she draws you into her silken mist
You quietly plead, but cannot resist
Deeply mesmerized by burning emerald eyes
How they so demandingly insist
Your own gaze is firmly held by her fiery jewels
Drawing you into her silken mist
Keep holding your steady ground while you can
Knowing always, that you must persist
Lonely voices call from within the folds of mist
Swirling round her beckoning stance
Warning you to continue holding your steady ground
Do not accept her inviting call to dance
Oh woe to he who dances here in the silken mist
His heart will ever roam within the folds
Dancing in shadows with hearts who could not resist
Emerald eyes, burning with fiery cold
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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