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