Of lust lost it's pride the day I touched her,
Mind seeking solace with the thoughts of what we're;
Memories contain the realm of Paradise
With you in my heart and a guilt like deice.
If there lives the immortal:
The Knights would bleed for you,
The Kings would seek for you,
With the power of the Almighty in my hand-
I would have you against every errand.
She loves me, truth which be might-
Hopeful were the eyes, they lit bright.
With a shiver under my skin, her rosy lips benign,
They brushed through my own, my thoughts didn't whine.
But under my mask there lay the brow:
Pretty discontent with what it were,
Since 'twas lust and my heart demur;
Awaiting your touch, with love raised higher-
Till we make love and rebuild our empire...
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