
And I stared at the dark figure
In the darkness of the evening
A woman's silhouette
Mystical, so divine
And I stood therein immobile
My bodice drench in sweat
Dripping, rippling
By what seemed fear but not
"Come to me, ma déesse.
Let us walk in the dusk together.
Hold my hand, ma femme.
I will share with you my secret.."
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