Find the hidden message in this odd bit of poetry.

Seduction, the lost art, springs from your own lust. A tamer ploy won't sprout a fire and lightly blaze a new address to unlocked, coy desires. Indeed, what hope is so couched, thus has love to every eye open. Unaided love's not seen, despite the depth of its colors. -- Anon

(In reply to Perhaps it should have been rated harder by Bob Smith)

Seduction is an odd place to start.

Even Anon would arrive at that conclusion.

Is it possible to decode "unlocked, coy desires"?

Posted by Mindy Rodriguez on 2005-11-09 02:07:42