A sunset mixed with wind dancing;
Gorgeous, wonderful, breath-taking.
Waterfall showers and moonlight swims;
The calm, raging bliss of your grins.
To harvest your siren's song in every step;
I've spent months and years in half-known prep.
A yearning flames from a blissening time;
Your melody brings my feat to climb.
A labyrinth of magic and twisting turns;
Always new buttons to press, escaping burns.
Barred teeth and claws make you invigoratingly mean;
Every attempt is a risk and a reward to gleam.
You hide and set traps and loving snares;
I will win you against odds through hopes and prayers.
I hope to be maimed by your dragon claws;
Soft fingers through my hair, around my maw.
Mountains filled with avalanche's race;
Every moment death and life swirl in your face.
Puck's curled lips in every maybe:
You are an adventure; slay me, baby.
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