Seduction

If perchance
she dances by you
the moment should be
preserved.
Her curves disturb
a turbid imagination
and liberates it
The brackish perspiration
rolls.
A blissful tune
can't get away
too soon.
How romantic,
the erratic turbulence
caused by her rumbustious
flair
Any day or night
I would invite her in.
Is there a banging
on the door
I don't think so
though it's healthy to wish,
her presence creates
static
her past, present,
emblematic
of renaissance!

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