Mystique
A woman enjoys being many
She is made of feathery fantasies
Each plume is one desire for her lover to treasure and see
But a man must be brilliant enough to set her emotions free
He can dance with the lady of the night
Or caress a hovering angel in flight
He can be surrounded by a sweet inviting voice
Or be captured inside the lair of a spiders choice
He can be hypnotized by a pair of sapphire blue eyes
Or enchanted with the echo of her wanting sighs
One moment she can be the flaming sword of a storm
Only to retreat and melt within the embrace of his arms
A passionate night with the softness of her soul
Will be the magic of her mystique
That will be the rapture
Where love unfolds
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All Rights Reserved 1998
The painting is an original of Belladora's and not for sale. It is titled "The Mystique of Belladora"
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