Allure me with your golden words
Shores of mystic visions
Precise velvet kisses
Drawn into your irresistible fire
Your love is the warmth of my life
Renewed from the terrible world
Tonight the stars are your eyes
Jewels of tender sincerity
So tired of tragedy
Where are the elven gifts?
Refuge from the warmongers
No doom, no fate, no duty
Send me poetry from the garden
Hide me in a room of light blue
Caressed in silk stockings with belts
Wet with a new language
Pour your wine of milk thighs
Refreshed in the desert of the loveless
Now the sea is open like a lover
The moon sings like Venice
Forests seek Eden
Your fingers are wiser then Paris
Her leash is made of brilliant leather
From my knees feel the waves of pleasure
The Queen opens her kingdom of Rivers
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