The Beautiful Nightmare
In the midst of the early dawn
she tore her garment with so much joy
pulling over me in the eyes of love
I felt the chill but never back drawn
she pulled out her fingers and touches my lips
and carried my eyes by her matchless hips
Imagining her beauties without a scream
Oh! I appeared on Earth knowing that it was a dream.
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