The Hedonistic Bloke

One of her myriad faculty
Allowed her to cross the line.
A walk with a stranger,
So amiable and charming,
(But don't take him as Sir Lancelot).
Her heart leapt with fear or joy,
She was unable to make out,
The bewildered feelings whispered itself.
Sprighting and fluttering like the daffodils,
Passing the woods of destiny,
So foggy and mysterious.
His hands pulled her to the horizon,
His probity was rather acceptable.
Neither of her age nor of her stand,
Yet, so abysmal to say,
Comes out as a hedonistic bloke.
She tried to protect, rebuked, shouted on her,
But he, so powerful to win her unlike Antony
Who tried to prevail Cleopatra in vain.
His ogle eyes managed to devour her.
Hark! How she'll spare from his ravish will?