My Queen, my ladylove, my mistress
For you, I am lead in days and nights
When you are affixed at home,
I mostly bent on you as a syndrome.
Without you my sphere is anonymous;
I feel my daylight stars are missing.
An indistinct half moon in misery,
Your loving touch can solve that mystery.
When I inhale the lifeblood of your heart
It gives me a strawberry flavor
With a bulky mix of sugar
And as a regular drink.
Our love is self-importantly affirmed,
Immersed with kisses in the stream
Now again slippery wet arms around my body;
Seduced to grab the zeal of your hugs.