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Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Mystery

Veiled in secrecy
She came from no where
When darkness rises, she comes alive

Beneath a black umbrella
She was a shaddy lady
No names, no directions

A seductive lover she was
Became the consort of men
One too many

Played just like a pawn
She knew no limits
But played on

Who was she?

A dark beauty
Sultry and erotic
In shrouds of mystery

Swept the men with her beauty
Left them heartbroken
Always wanting to know more

But she will come and go
Swift and gracefully
Disappear, to the unknown

Shinning in the dark
Glowing in the day
She was a shadow, no sun needed

Men wondered about her
Women, wondered what the men wondered
Only she knew what they all wondered about
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