When My Lovely Woman Comes To Me
She comes stepping
rippling
on the streets
with her hair
To the wind...
She comes softly
as a Viennese waltz...
With her legs
of dream, she moves
in my imagination...
With her nutrient feelings
she comes to me
to feed my dreams...!
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