She draws me like a moth to the flame,
her eyes the fire, the light, that beckons me to come.
Dark, alluring, calling.
Her lips are soft. Her hair framing her face.
Then She smiles. The call of the Goddess.
Light, calling, beckoning.
The glow of her face in the moonlight.
inviting me to be with her. For time.
Calling, giving, Dawn.
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