You swagged all over the cascades of midnight dune
& I pondered you into the grave of glass
An empty glass full of vodka
Now, it seems to be blessed by your puckered lips,
Hell, your Romania scents upon Romantic-winds
took my heart away to the "castles of eclipse"
The eclipse brought to me by your love,
Come here, & allow me to make you my dove
Look at over beyond the longed horizons
What all I want is resting my heart upon your raged breast
Oh, so wicked thoughts I cook for you with time
Your love - a taste of lemon, & you full of lime
I need you right inside my head, (You shy?)
So as my breathe could reside to your every speck of breath (Don`t lie!)
And the night comes...
Scarlet mark of your cherry-lipstick upon the red-apple
Hell, the apple got eaten,
Now, let me take off your revolutionary-sandal
& blow you along the winds to the Garden of Eden
Hey there, you little Miss Maiden.


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