You be the naked content in the bare dune
of spacious love resided to the wickedness of breathless universe
that costs your pristine spirit to death,
The wilderness of mind is nothing more than the seduction of love-verse
blown by the winds to your door-way, Miss Beth
I smoke you with the pleasure on sun;
make you benumb in the castles of ecstatic love;
& swallow you down with the tender imagination of your tranquil hum
I look around, The winds blowing alon' clouds;
Sky smiling at the freedom of love;
Storms makin' melancholy hearts more devout;
& the glimpse of coldplay-rain comes fallen down, around
I take you to the ridge of love... behind the white-lace
We dance 'pon the tranquility of Swan-Lake;
(Oh hell yeah, bloody Love-Lust On Lake)
You feel salted touch of lusty-busty winds in your vanilla face
& I creep inside you deeply & keep you all day & night awake, for goddamn lust sake!

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