She stole her own joy played it close to the vest she gave new meaning to the idea of being straight
Laced she was controlled even to the point of obsessive as an observer looking in you came to this
Conclusion and this picture was formed in your mind she lived in a small cube not quite a cell but the
Shadow of bars were cast on the floor and she did pace like a person does in a cell but when she slept
She went from inhibited limitation to the large expanse from dismal to the ornate elegance it was her
Dream lover the illogical prisoner of her own design it was through his presence his style in commanding
A domineering grand elegance that was the first tender sleepy voice that spoke freedom into her rigid
Trap of unhappiness it was the breaking in upon and surprising the lovely creature she was capable of
Being she arose in this sleep walking existence her gown was off the shoulder her shoulders and arms
Was the flash of femininity her woman hood each move of her dance was perfection the lines were
Impeccable these grand rooms held her framed her in grace his words still was her guide he called to
All that is women she answered as only someone who is newly free that was part of the magic but only
A small piece because the real show was how she released secretly those moves of loveliness the
Stunning spectacle of grace she portrayed made the great chandelier seem quaint in comparison
It was outshined without light but her form was electrifying and the central theme was you are seeing
Mythology drawn down legendary quality in stilled in my being the sum total of longing to even brush
Past you incite pleasure want to see man complete look no further than woman the dazzle the invite
Spoiled bored lifeless until she walks she speaks truly dreamlike scenes splash and flow out into the
Distance you get to inhabit them but they are not dreams they are real you are a prince there is a lot of
Truth about her kiss can change a frog into a prince want to experience what this piece is talking about
Go to your beloved she has to be prompted she only needs your suggestive word it will open her cell
That life loves to create in lives she has fallen into the trap that she is no longer attractive exciting trap
Rhymes with pardon me crap I could continue explain the full proof plan but I don’t need to just be the
Impetus reorder your own mind just be the man of her dreams and get out of the way because a
Butterfly a swan will emerge from the shadows and partially blind you and yes a little touch of madness
Will grip you bliss always has that effect a gift stands before you how large it will grow is up to you be
The romantic counterpart and I swear you will see the very mist of Avalon and all that goes with it the
White charger her head wearing a crown its lies below the outer woman it’s within her soul speak magic
Prince and a royal life will be yours