Her eyes of summer rain
Fire on the dew of morning
Her first kiss awakens the earth
Birth of a love growing by the river
Flowers of purple dreams
The sea devours all of me
Washed along shores of breeding
Her legs open with moonlight
Captured and bound in her thighs
Her words the sirens of Homer
Vines of wet lush islands
Golden nectar in a bowl by high heels
Lady Indica wraps me in silk stockings
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