Oh the utopian games we play
No force on earth
Will bid me say nay, nay, nay
Enthralled, I have been
Ensnared by your charms
You take delight as I writhe in
Your spectral arms
Your voice echoes through the mist
A deep timbre
You have only but to whisper
And my soul can't resist
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014
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