Skin of hers is whiter than first snow
Her lips are making roses fade
So hard to ever tell her "no"
When pierced in heart with love-blade
My chest is trembling, lungs are fuelled
With gentlest scent I greedily consume.
Caressing carefully her head that jewelled
With two bright stars of eyes which bloom
My tongue goes down to taste how sweet
Her honey is when breath is hot and heavy
I hear her heart's aroused beat
So I can find her even in a bevy
My claws are out and teeth are sharp
My muscles twitch to jump
It pulls my tendons like a harp
And fire keeps to pump
She knows for sure
To run it is to die
And now the only cure
It is with Bear lie...
BtR 2
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