Akasha |
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Mystic dreams of darkened
night
I await my lover
of the twilight
In the foggy mist, is it he I see
or just a fantasy
Nocturnal lover come to me
I beg to serve and please
I yearn to feel your embrace
and leave you with my taste
Under the pale moonlight we
meet
His embrace so cold and deep
His eyes as dark as the abyss
His gaze I cannot resist
Entwined in our lovers
embrace
He begs for just one taste
He kisses me and leaves his mark
Now I'm his mistress of the dark