What a mysterious girl you are
wrapped in your velvet boots
Whose skin tastes like wine
As kisses get lost in the shadows of the divine
With the sensation of soft succulent petals
In a warm summer’s rain.
And yet you are my femme fatale
Fiery amber nights with red raw delights
You can wish it all away
or welcome our passionate interludes
where your honey pot spills
and all heaven sighs
