Whispering Peonies Of Graceful Allure?

She walks with whispering grace,

like a peony swaying in the summer breeze,

leaving silky pink petals in its wake

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Her serene blooms

are as captivating as

a glowing bride’s

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Floating elegance

in every step

Intoxicating sweet fragrances

for all to inhale

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Heads pivot,

eyes all agape,

a hiss of breath intake

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Echoes of longing

dance along the concrete canvas

of need, envy, want

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A saucy smirk from her plush lips,

a wicked twinkle from her chestnut orbs,

impish glances

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Oh, how she loved to be adored!

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Too bad

her enchanting

allure was

a façade

to all who

knew her

all too well

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C'est dommage

French for “It’s a shame”