In the casket of this world saw the perpetual and startling rose
As bright as the daylight
The master of masseurs
Does her work, a smooth-thrilling-luxurious touch
That will accelerate your ambitions and aims with an oblivious speed
My eyes couldn't switch
My heart trembling tremendously
She whispered a secrete into my ear with a flair
Secrete i haven't heard of
only from the rose
Face illuminating my figure
Perfect nose, i wonder if a goddess
I smile like a confused dog
Either choosing bones or rose
Let alone you saw that master-mind inventive piece
marvellous and heart attracting
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