You may designate me as a beauty of avant garde
Unworthy of your attention
But I have fallen from grace
Lured to your suave charm
You deceive me
As you deceive yourself
Displaying indifference
To my enveloping sensuality
But you cannot escape me
I know my prowess
Further you go away from me
The more I will haunt you
With my foreplay of words
I have sown my seeds in your mind
It's just a matter of time
For you to realise
Either you dare to compose moments with me
Or I will haunt
Till your waning years
The choice is yours!
©LR
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