THROUGH THE SWIRLING MIST HE CAN SENSE HER PRESENCE.
HER FRAGRANCE FILLS THE MIDNIGHT AIR.
HE CAN SEE HER SILOUETE IN HIS SIGHT.
SHE HAS SKIN AS SOFT AS SILK.
HER LIPS ARE SOFT AS THE PETALS OF A ROSE.
EYES THAT SPARKLE AS BRIGHT AS THE STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY.
HER VOICE IS LIKE GOLDEN HONEY, SO SWEET AND PURE.
YES SHE HAUNTS HIS DREAMS EVERY NIGHT.
SHE CALLS OUT HIS NAME AND HE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER.
HER TOUCH SENDS HIS BODY INTO ELECTRIC SHOCK.
WHY DOES SHE DO THIS TO HIM?
WHAT CAN SHE POSSIBLY GAIN FROM TORTURING HIM LIKE THIS?
ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT WHENEVER SHE IS THERE HE LOSES HIS WORDS; HIS SENSE OF WELL BEING.
SHE MAKES HIM FORGET ALL HIS WORRIES AND CARES.
YES, IN HIS DREAMS HE AND THE MYSTERY WOMAN SEEK EACH OTHER'S EMBRACE.
HE SEES HER EVERY NIGHT AND HOPES TO LURE HER TO HIM SO THAT HE CAN POSSESS HER.
MAKE HER HIS FOR ALL ETERNITY.
TO TASTE HER, TO FEEL HER, TO HEAR HER CALL OUT HIS NAME.
THERE WILL BE A TIME WHEN SHE AND HIM WILL BE TOGETHER FOR ALL ETERNITY.
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