Somewhere, out there, she roams
With skin that inspires hands to touch
and moves males to disquiet much
and make a war that females know
is but a dance to virility show
She glides the shadows and skirts the light
Churns men's minds and perfumes the night
With scent of clove and jasmine flower
draped in sky at midnight hour
But wherefore shall I find this dream
that haunts my mind with thoughts obscene
Uncaptured she is, where no one knows
but out there, somewhere...she roams
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