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A criminal of love,

She stole my heart.

I watched her in the shadows

At dusk, by the moonlight's den.

sweetly humming that melody

While tiptoeing rhythmically,

With her skirt in one hand

using the other to keep the beat.



glowing from the light

that the fire gave her,

With pale, almost white skin.

Like a bell that rang

Her slender curved hips swayed

From side to side.



Her long red curls

Bounced to the beat of her hips.

Almost as if teasing me,



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She started to sing hypnotically

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As she danced from side to side.