I have never seen a mermaid- With her fins so slender and gentle; Or when you swim so weightless in water- Any of them could have done with their bristle.
Cindrella could not have looked so ugly beautiful, When you ran down to me leaving those landscapes behind; And in the course you have broken the straps of your silver shoes, Glow and shadow on your face were contemporaries and dutiful.
I have never imagined an angel ****- With their ******* hanging for becoming stiff with magic, Comparing your ****** to a sorcerers cave without any logic- And you release fireballs from your canon eyes crushing me so rude.
Dear Readers,
Mystique is back! This time, with more intent metaphors and the intention is the same. Expressing passion, breaking the bridles of self-control, the most wildest of the things one can imagine and offer to his beloved. The charm evolves from the strangest of the compliments sang by the lover. What seems to be an assault to the belovedโs personal parts, are actually soothing to her considering the sincerity of the lover-boy.