I am waiting on the shore,
With my black hair braided straight,
Intricately weaved; my plait,
For you, my love – to adore.
I stand here in the twilight,
Dark silhouette of me,
Shadow of my hale body,
Hiding my flimsy naked sight,
Stare into my big blue eyes,
Tell me you love me crazy,
Show me your love – you lazy,
Embrace me into you, your ties.
Kiss my supple, pink-red lips,
Hold my body in your arms,
Give in to my girlish charms,
Your soul I will take as tips.
I will remove things from you,
Things that you really loved and cared,
Things you had happily shared,
Tear them away to a coup.
What else is there to love,
Other than me, why else?
Tell me; I am your pulse,
Tell them; we fit like a glove.
I think you know who I am,
Your addiction, your meekness,
Bleeding you slowly venous,
Thrashing you into a sham.
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