Gulnaaz

A savior has appeared for a soiree

With his besotted mojo, and magic spell

Soft breath and torching zest; bold adulation

And immoderation, made her oversweet and a mess

Besotted and dawning, simmering in blinkers, glimmers.

From the fogging forests, despoiling a defiant

Tickled her pink with his bare bang and foreplay,

Whirlwind words and ardency caused a curious candle

To be a dream weaver, a pendulum to be a shotted silvern

A blackbird to become a hummingbird..