Enchanted
May 30, 2008
Much like with dreams,
she arrives when darkness has descended.
Her hair flowing long, waving streams,
blowing with the wind, soft and slightly scented.
Her eyes, warm, comforting and alluring,
with the sweet voice of an angel’s tune
She kindles desire, stirs a yearning pouring,
a seductive appeal, a hypnotic charm below the summer moon.
