Woman of my dreams, I can't feel nor touch only see her when I sleep.
Her body tempting, her smile one of a kind.
She brings joy to my heart, mastering all my Arts.
To her I belong, That's true what a thought.
Beauty of Delilah, with her manupilating eyes.
She a Queen in my territory, like the sword on my palm.
She be of African Origin, A gypsy Mother to green nature.
Caltivated body structure, particular all that matters to me.
Love the smell of her scent, tropical freshness hail the atmosphere.
She of the earliest hour, Like Venus on the morning horizons.
I be a Beast on night times, that the Dream Beauty falls in love with.
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