Seductions
Veins of life, violet so supreme
Seem only to blossom in a dream
Where the perfect world of creation
Clashes with sweet imagination
To bloom in the hearts of man
Petals growing out to delicately fan
Expressing what words cannot
We are in thriving fantasy caught
As those whose dreams strike a pose
Found in the twisted tongue of prose
Leaping, lusting, luscious lessons
Otherworldly, deep obsessions
Through violet veins run deep
Fascinations begin to sweetly creep
In the forms of scent, sound and taste
Deeply into our minds they are laced
When seduction whispers low
Things we only dream to know
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