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Immaculations of imaginations
The proof is in my day dreams
The crest of a wave ridden high
To the tumbling foam of passion
Cresting then caressing the shore
Against the delicate inlet of a river bank
The thrusting heaving motion pulled
Into the shores of love by the romantic moon
Playful trinkets, left behind, tokens of affections
stars reflected In sparking skin
oh the great and powerful Neptune
a delicate lover it seems
under the pale moon beams
Hugging her shores, enveloping her
Such soft and gentle waves of pleasure
Inspiring soft and gentle moans
And in the retreat as passion wains and ebbs
Then flows and rumbles again with the tide of anticipation
So the moon who comes with love leaves with it
So as to never let the passions die and always remain high
in the sad mournfully missing time at the turning of the tides
Neptune the ever faithful dream lover and gentleman
By the rules of love honorably abides he waits again
For the turning of the tide to put the stars in my eyes.
My Neptune, my hearts immaculate pride.