on coast of phantom town
she feels the sweetest breeze
as ****** tulip's pout
as unstirred skies deep

lost in moon's embrace
i wash upon the shore
roll my dreams though night
to meet her sight once more

a camouflage unveiled
in musky shadows dark
draped in silken silhouette
she dips me in her spark

and passing scents of warmth
leaning on few lips bare
i feel her rushing heart
rising with midnight air

in arms of orange groves
near dying winter seas
a night tired of love
caresses her to sleep