Ravishment crouches inside me,
I am not afraid of You.
I want to take you as a, Lover.
I hear a madness, I am in need of You.
Of Your thoughts. Am I in them?
I am drowning in this Desire.
I can not lose sight of You,
You are my Mistress, of sacred calling.
Of sacred Passion.
I must be satisfied with my Heart,
This is my Rendezvous.
Will I Ever Have You'rs?
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