Almost
The beautiful blonde maiden
Dances before the bridge
Her sensuous naked figure
Trembles and sways
In the silver moonlight
Her soft musical voice
Lures me, under her spell
I can not think
Only follow as she
Leads me beneath the
Dark stone bridge
She is mine
But even as I touch her
She oozes through my fingers
And quietly, swiftly slips away
Forever
-Joe Bandel
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