Lady

He murmured to me, suggestively, —
[oh, my Lady], a mixed mirage, I live,
next to you, since the day I met you...

It's, as if I see the moonfall serenade
dancing on fantasy's velvety sculpture
orchestrated deeply by your longings.

Nothing haunt me more than you do.
I feel you even when you say nothing.
You do to me what tides and time do.

Endless carnal desires are tingling me.
I'm tortured by love. Your miles away
love...
(when he plunged his heart and it let it
be swallowed, by my oceans of dreams)

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