Appears an angel, beauty's chaste delight,
A naked nymph who trips along moonbeams.
She floats on air, a dancing swirling sprite--
My lover comes to me out of my dreams.
She smiles as I inhale her sweet perfume;
The air is filled with love's pure wondrous smell.
In moonglow's essence, incense fills the room,
Her nectar causing man's desires to swell.
She breathes so deeply, love song now begun,
To throb of quaking hearts with beats amiss.
Wet lips are pressed against an anxious tongue,
Her beauty's taste explored by true love's kiss.
And then with joy she opens under me,
An angel off'ring sweet virginity.