Which cavernous body with golden fleeces
Has made long journeys for Passiflora
Although knowing to be only the prince
Of a spell caster?
Bander sa joy to the bitter dregs
Tempting the devils and the dogs of hell
For the one whose name he writes
With his finger on the air?< br/>Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of a flash mirage)
Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of a flash mirage)
Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of a flash mirage)
But love has ears
To Narcissus
So shush....
Relentless,
I saw you scribble a few ink spiders
Intended for the suddenly Bacchae Madonnas
to the announcement of a final poker move
Enter their turn and their river
River of blood, of musk, with which you adorn yourself
Let your sleight of hand, nymphets get excited
But know that the eyes of males who dart at them
Always say more than their dick
Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of a flash mirage)
Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of a flash mirage)
Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of a flash mirage)
But love has ears
à Narcissus
So shush....
If you brush without achieving felicity,
Forests of girls or peninsulas of beauty
Tell yourself, that desire is, at random,
This ocean that separates you
... Hoax ...
Venus from Passionflower (Sculpted ©e in the clay of a flash mirage)
Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of a flash mirage)
Venus from Passiflora (Sculpted in the clay of 'a flash mirage)
But love has ears
à Narcissus
So shush....