Do I discern the faintest scent

Of lilies, fragrant, soft on skin

Bewitching and beguiling me

Beseeching me to draw her in

Her slender frame so trustingly

Supported by my willing palm                      

A gentle sway from tiny waist

Ensnares me and defies my calm

Breath-taking is her porcelain cheek

Enhanced aloft by fiery crown

A vision that so contradicts

Such purity in crisp white gown

Oh bless me and adhere my fate

Bestow this man with providence

To hold such beauty in ones hand

Cannot be mere coincidence

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Comme il est beau! I’m swept away

By sturdy hands that firm my stance

A pose which echoes loves embrace

And lends an import to this dance

His grip is sound, his shoulder strong

His breath plays soft against my skin

As hand in hand he leads me on

I feel a flutter deep within

‘neath guiding touch of willing palm

The music bids me whirl and dip

But I can only quietly yearn

To kiss that wicked, whiskered lip

Should I return that hungry gaze

My stays may not endure such thirst

If I remain within his grasp

I fear the lace must surely burst.

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***Comne est il beau!"    How beautiful he is!