Mademoiselle Mysteree...
Lying there, with another
I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream
I kissed her once, twice for gleam
Only to find, she’s not in my reality!
Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree!
All heavens know that I’m her dreamer
I- who took her for all I saw:
A set of eyes
that sang, sweetly in silken-skies
With luscious-lips,
made for the moon- mild and mellow…
Her sacred breasts-
The curves, in charms for cheered-conquest
All hips and thighs,
each to explore my Ecstasy!
Sitting there, in my reverie
I crave her whisper all day long
(My night) simmered in shivery-song,
yawning for sips of her morning-glee
and to be blessed by Mademoiselle Mysterey!
Standing there, standing still…
Where I met her once in time past
I kiss her once, but never twice
Since she baptized me in her silence
Then, now despised me
just for believing her!
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