Her Aphrodisiac


Where the dead leaves were falling,
from a cool wind that blew,
Beneath that ancient tree's pleasant shade
sat a damsel,few people knew,
As the old tree surrendered
to the cool winter air,
came glimpses of her dishevelled glossy hair,
Something about her savage life tale,
hidden behind a fragile veil,
No more cheerful tone,only melancholic & low,
Song of a naive damsel heartbroken long ago.

She kept singing about
her only aphrodisiac being his scent,
culminating her desires into sensual descent,
As the last goodbye lent his heart to her,
the last fresh leaf fell,along with a feather,
ending his visit and an idyllic love story,
leaving behind solitary winter morning glory.

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