Her eyes like the moon on a clear night,
Beckoning and enchanting.
Something about her speaks of magic,
The heavy kind that presses against your heart,
Leaving you breathless and exhilarated.
Her voice is dark like midnight,
Smooth like honey and just as ensnaring.
She captivates those who meet her,
But do they ever make it back from the abyss?
What could this wondrous creature be?
Goddess? She has the charisma and people would follow.
Witch? She has the charms and the power to hex or heal.
She can be all,
And she can be none.
She is the night,
She is the light.
She is you,
And she is me.
Thank you, hun. ❤
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