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I've gazed at the image of an angel
taunting my spirit and soul.
A fantasy draped in gossamer silk
his captured heart's my goal.
Sensous fleeting promising nights
tempted and teased by his charms.
An angels image wrapped in sheer silk
a vision of him in my arms.
Coy demure smile, with halo askew
devilish twinkling eyes.
Pretended indifference, confdent smile
only a clever disguise.
Chasing, pursuing, nearly at hand
his heart is clearly in sight.
A promise, a whisper, kiss on the cheek
flirtatious smile, "good night".
Innocence cloaked with an impish mask
afraid to make a mistake.
Concealing himself from those that care
fearing his heart might break.
I'll bide my time with this angel in silk
continue the torturous dance.
Pursue his heart and soul with my words
hope for another chance.
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