☽His words made her dizzy
His scent made her weak
Just the mere sight of him and she felt she would faint
Oh this bright dream!
This vision!
How she longed for him so
And how he knew and teased her for her torment
Her emotions were pulled as though her heart had strings
And he the puppeteer
She stomped her hooves in frustration
As he circled around and around her
The smirk on his face drove her crazy
And still she loved him ever more
As she called out her protests
Her heart fluttered wildly in her breast
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
He chuckled and jested
What a shameless coquet!
She could hardly stand him
But oh how could she help herself?
She would always be his.
He was a muse of love in the flesh
She was a helpless artist awaiting his inspiration..☾
