Temptation
Who would take of a gaze at this beauty?
You're a spell cast on me, pretty.
I need words I can pattern and carve
To explain you ma'am, my verve.
Your eyeballs are the start of my confession,
It glares with an intoxication.
I wonder the charms buried in your exhibition,
The ponder that caused my obsession.
The lashes, veiled like a crown,
Even your trying can't cause a frown.
Should I take a stroll close to your down?
It has this nitty-gritty beauty talk of town.
The designation makes me wow,
Did God create you to make me a clown?
I wouldn't mind, if you stick around.
I will be ready to be your pawn.
I don't want to look through the downside of your body,
No man would remain the same after a kiss on your candy.
No wonder Adam took the fruit, he saw your type of lady.
Kenewrites

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