A sacrosanct barouche

On the side, a gilded cartouche;

Ourn autograph's written in, with diamonds Jewel's.

ii.

One supernatural horse

To pulleth us on the scene;

Relaxing atmosphere, one queen, and me her king.

iii.

Casting spell's upon eachother

With her voodoo, I drip into her eye's;

I tasteth her sweat, dripping in with mine.

iv.

Candle's awaiteth at home

The night-time dimly lit;

Making amare until the day break, we cuddle into ourn grip's.

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