Phantasmagoric
She is my lady sweetly caressing my senses complete.
Tender and soft her kisses and touch, I know well.
Her body a wave of passion, freely she does compel.
Eyes of the most seductive green, you’ll ever meet.
Her voice such and Angelic pitch, Heavenly sweet,
De anchor the ships my boys so you all can tell.
Ready the engines and prepare to go on to set sail.
Her dreamy fabulous love, considered such a treat.
Fantastically, my love secures my soul forever more.
One touch of her hand upon my body, I do quake.
My goddess, if you should happen to believe in lore.
The beauty she spreads outwardly only will make.
Legends of the past to be jealous of her lovers score.
Surrealistic lover mine, her essence I will take.
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