Your very gait garnishes my attention,
the wave of your legs,
the form of your feet,
the movement of your posterior angle,
The humdrum of your silky black hair,
wafting by the whim of wind,
it has me in total attendance.
Sweet woman of lore,
though I try in evasion,
I cannot succeed in keeping out of my mind.
For the
Evasion of your Eloquence is an impossibility.
It's all your fault.
Woman, its all your fault.
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