What a mysterious girl you are

wrapped in your velvet boots

Whose skin tastes like wine

As kisses get lost in the shadows of the divine

With the sensation of soft succulent petals

In a warm summer's rain.

And yet you are my femme fatale

Fiery amber nights with red raw delights

You can wish it all away

or welcome our passionate interludes

where your honey pot spills

and all heaven sighs