The strength of her pulse is breaking her chest She's getting wet from this feverish writhe The midnight's cruel for a lonely girl When the unknown slowly undresses her breasts The voice - and her eyes wide shut Her fever burns a mark on her bed The path that she runs among these silent trees Leads her body for me to claim The veil of fog covers her velvet skin As she kneels naked under the moon The whispers from her lips and her screams Invite me to her ecstatic flame, over and over again Her bed is covered in dirt and leaves And she's burning down on her knees Midnight's cruel for a lonely girl And she's getting wet from this feverish writhe
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