(Woman P.O.V)

Once more, your charm, a captivating snare,
A whispered plea, lost in the perfumed air.
How many times must I implore you slow,
This headlong rush, where passions overflow?

Release me, I cried, yet still you draw me near,
The flames ignite, consuming every fear.
No puppet dance, within your skillful hand,
No games of chance, upon this shifting sand.

I crave the sky, the freedom of the flight,
To break these bonds, and bathe in purest light.
Your spell is strong, a captivating art,
That...