Forever Charmed

Words of reason, useless, in the air, As Risha's embrace, a silent snare. Impetuous, reckless, his touch, his vow, Deala's virtue, trembling now. Months passed, suspicion in the air, But Risha, undeterred, unaware. Challenges, his passion's fuel, In secret trysts, the Charmer's rule. Paris whispered of his bold exploits, Arousing envy, igniting joints. From widow's bed to pious dame, All fell prey to his charming game. A pistol duel, a wounded foe, For the Charmer's love, they'd gladly go. Duchess Doron, in bitter spite, Admitted defeat in his seductive plight. The Ardent Rake, a master's art, Calculating desire, a cunning part. Inflamed by passion, consumed by lust, Resistance crumbles, in him they trust. For intense desire, a potent balm, A shield against suspicion's harm. No fear inspired, when passion's slave, The Charmer's spell, his victims crave.