You go, I am coming,
Let me dance,
He is drumming,
Souls are dreaming,
And Body with its shamless
Nudity –enjoying,
Gazing eyes spoiling the mind,
All round, front or behind,
Feeling of heaven in hell,
We are sailing,
You go, I am coming,
I have to stay a while,
Let me paint the truth,
With the paint of vice,
On the canvas of deed,
With the choise of bead,
Seeing ugly feed,
A hopeful desire on hopeless future,
On the flame of lust,
Who is frying the love?
O my Dove! ,
Love is dying,
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