She is the mistress of magic.
I am devoured by desire.
I would sacrifice my very essence to her flame.
The color of red surrounds me.
My passion is drenched from your sensual wine.
My ecstasy falls in splendid colors.
Rapture fills my thirsty soul.
I will dance across the constellations of heaven.
On wings that soar where serenity takes flight.

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