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When the surreal dream of the sun highlights the waveless river
The echo of peaceful nature fills the space
Life convenes together in adoration for the Nymph
I will come to thee
You are a beautiful spirit, a lustrous Queen
Wielding seduction without knowing
So far from me I wilt in erotic despair
Weakened by your fragments and legs of porcelain precision
I picture myself appeasing you on a rosary pedals splattered sheets
Dying to the unearthly grace you present
When you awake I feel you are the definition of elegant life
Expending a perverted night, expending my lustful thoughts
I would surrender myself to splendor of her loving caress
Underneath pale moonlight, weaving a poetic spell
Kissing becomes feverous, stolen by whispering love
Beneath the stars my heart goes thin, she calls for me in my mind
She fades like all unrealistic fantasies
It’s infernal but I must say this
Victoria
I see your face in every sense of desire flame
You only have yourself to blame
You know I want you so bad
Mon Cherie thinking of you is driving me mad
Out of all the women I’ve feasted my eyes on
They pale in comparison to you
No, they are not you
I’d rather keep on yearning