She unlatched her window
so I could feel fragrances breeze,
Imprisoning me completely
I am but a howling servant,
Beauty beckons such wonder,
How I beg to suffer in silence
Just to see her breathe
I am of flesh, server of needs,
in your presence bowing knees,
I give all to you, and I alone, wantonly patron,
myself desires to dream
She speaks,
i’m your every fantasy,
make love to me
as if your passion bleeds
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