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My Latin Princess

To my muse who inspired me to once again dip my pen into the well
My lovely Latin Princess, 
 from my dreams you visit me.
 With grace and flowing eloquence 
 your verse has set me free.

My soul was filled with emptiness 
 deep as space could ever be.
 Until I heard your whispered words 
 come from across the Sea.

Your classic poise and beauty 
 were a balm to my cold eyes.
 Such perfect breasts, slender hips 
 and inviting golden thighs.

When in my dreams I heard the sound
 of your mewls and sighs
 my body pulsed and ached 
 as my desire began to rise.

My heart is filled with carnal lust 
 and burning hot desire
 to feel your body in my arms 
 as we lay next to my fire

Your woman’s scent and raven hair,
 of these I never tire.
 A song of love I write for you 
 and play it on my lyre.

Daughter of Isis,
 my enchanting Nymph 
 castaway upon your Isle.
 Your eyes are dark and beautiful 
 and with them you beguile.

My warriors heart beats in time 
 with yours and all the while,
 I dream that I could touch your cheek 
 and see your lovely smile.

By Milik the Red

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