Wildflowers and lilac bushes
I'm sure that you remember
Sleepless nightly, my Aphrodite
Hard yet young and tender

Early morn my queen of ****
The pictures in my mind
Of you in lace, I still can taste
Your body sweet as wine

In demonic dance we did enchant
The chalice of our youth
We consumed the lust of angel’s dust
And dined on honeydew