The moon is full
When she invades your night.
A need, a pull
her desire, your life.
Mysterious, exotic
this woman in red,
her scent hypnotic
she conquers your bed.
In the twinkle of an eye
you're as free as a child.
No inhibitions, no fears
as your passions run wild.
Consumed by desire
your blood runs hot,
making love with a fire
and all you've got.
Alone you now lie
as the visions' repeated
yet unknown you will die
as Victoria's Secret.
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