A dark woman in a mantle
Beckons me to follow,
She calls to me in silence
With one long enticing finger;
Her face is beautiful and libidinous.
I know she is no angel
and her face - her face is familiar.
she turns and walks seductively through a door,
Steps naked out of the mantle and
Climbs naked onto a large bed - waiting.
I look anxiously around and there is nothing
Only dark?
Dark below, dark above,dark to my left and right.
The only light I can see is forward
Through the door,
With temptation.
Reason for writing:
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