Like a moth she moves to the red light
Her
blood warms and boils there
She skims the
sweat like a new milk
And pops the buttons
off her wet blouse
Oh Queen of the
Night!
Well she is deep inside!
She
is haunting me!
(All of her soft parts call
to me
She could be mine)
She
digs her nails into her naked chest
Miles
of veins fan out like a road map
She pulls
back the skin to show her ribs
That twinkle
like shooting stars.
Oh Queen of the
Night!
Well she is deep inside!
She
is haunting me!
(All of her soft parts call
to me
She could be mine)
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