Mythical creature

Pleasure was a mythical creature to the heart of this affair, tranced and transformed Almost dancing in the air, His lips were sweet positioned in the posture of her hearts atire Eyes could not consume the passion Not by likes of fire, Blushing in a raspberry smile, her lips indicated more,

her heart to accompany his So willing to adore, What made this union sweet as Cupid A bow of flowers by her side, and sweeter still the very notions that she was now his bride

To passion in the moonlight, a consummated vow endured, once a man was lost and broken, by her hand was cured

The poorest man he has no values, than to be so rich in love , and so he clips the wings there of his one and only dove.