Those poisoned braids crawl with love moves
Playful flute in magical music;
Deaf to my loving woes as I blow,
Frisks my heart to thrill in her curves:
'Touch me not' dances to my vibes,
Onlookers sway with her to my rhythm,
Devilish eyes meditation lies:
Ready with her venomous bites:
Arms to her shoulders she thirsts to strike;
Spotted free she could send chills up your spine.
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