Datura
The girl with the flaming hair,
Twin tails that burn through the air;
The face of sweet innocence,
The sweet taste of wickedness,
And a glint in her eye to the dare!
The swing of her sword beware,
The sway of her hips'll ensnare,
The most pretty creature,
The most lucious features,
She traps all the men unawares!
And under the moon's silver glow,
Ensnared in Douglas' throw,
No greater joy to find,
Than play fox to her hind,
And be with her blow by blow!
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)