Magical and misty nights,
Drown my corpse'y bed.
Lying above the field of cotton
candies,
Soft, tender and silky white.
Dreaming of blue water droplets,
Falling from the green leaves of trees
Bending over to get raped by the wind,
That pushes on and on in a ritual
intercourse.
Sweet sweat flowing down the hair,
Burning eyes that are closed and wet.
On the pillow a lusty maiden
Lays her head.
Turn, kiss, love
Get lost!
-- Mohan
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