Queen of my dreams,
sweet creature who smells of sex,
relic that lie under the sea,
stifled by a bucolic love.
Thoughts
waves are breaking over your curves,
the sun, sick, lying with its rays
on your white hills, while the sand is left
caress from your golden hair.
siren symphony
angel artificial
you were born by mistake,
live in error.
Melodicas are the words, which are about
with pride
lying to the lobe of your ear, whispering words
and stroking with infamy
that heart that shines like a sweet sonata.
My sweet God, give me the strength to
lay my body on her, make me immortal
for a while.
"written by Beethoven Moonlight"
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