Enveloped in a mist, I watch her rise
More quickly than the light of each new day
Accompanied by birds whose urgent cries
Seem born to drive the morning mist away
She is not Venus riding on a shell
She’s not some mermaid rising on a wave
She’s caught between her heaven and her hell
Within a form of lust, the lustful crave
Though mocked by all the farthest stars above
Whose light is fading fast within the dawn
She radiates a gift so close to love
That those who don’t discriminate are drawn
To kiss her thighs and kiss her sultry breast
As she traverses time from east to west