A dreamy woman you are,
I see flames in your hair-
From corridors far,
Eyes dominant on mans-
Artery flow,
Tame I am, my hearts-
innocents for you-
Music flows from a show.
Your flickering beautys of attire,
Yes; I feign to look the other way,
But my muse; a nights to retire,
Woman of so many lifes fun,
Why do you make me run,
My truths and desires you know,
A future life with you; wont you let me sow,
Outside your temple so many obscurities,
But inside filled with so many unsureities,
Sometimes you make me feel you are one-
inch away,
Other times one mile away,
My cupidity always at your feet,
Potents uncertain; always want-
to peak.
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