I was drawn to her
Like a moth to a flame
My eyes were drawn to
her
Slender frame
Her hypnotic green
eyes
Deep and intense like
precious emeralds
Held me entranced,
Paralyzed like a serpent’s
prey
Her skin was lustrous
Like a fresh picked
peach
And her cheeks glowed
With the faintest hint
of red
Her mouth opened
Lips like the petals
of an open flower
Were moist as if with
morning dew
She spoke, her words
soft
And her voice smooth
as silk
Mesmerized me like
music
I answered her without
hearing the words
It was almost
dreamlike
My heartbeat fast in
my chest
As I swam in and out
of reality
I felt her hand in
mine
And she led me into
the garden
Where we strolled
together
Through the fragrant
twilight of moonbeams
Her scent was heady as
the exotic blossom
Of orchids in spring
My heart still pounded
As her mesmeric voice
Like an angel’s
whisper
Led me on through the
moonlight
I seemed to float
through the evening
Almost disembodied
And in those many
magical moments
I surrendered my heart
and soul
To the vision named
Clarissa
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