I was intoxicated in her atmosphere
Dreams can only describe her mesmeric poise and sensuous aura
Her queenly demeanor was not act, but rightfully her own
I was set adrift on a journey bliss of sable queens and Khoi San princesses
I wish that I could see her walk
for I knew that it would match her eyes that inebriated my heart and seduced my soul
Her curvaceous and ample presence reminded me of my youthful dreams
And nocturnal rendezvous
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