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Must've been black magic The way you Charmed me With a soft-blonde hair flick Such a seductive trick Diverted my attention When I was on the Highway to Hell Stole the meaning of perfection And turned it into your own adjective Poetry's just a ritual To get you on the mattress Under the bedsheets without the robes Unusually I'm not tense Life's too critical For a beauty like you to live in it Would you be my hypnotism catalyst? That charges me to sin I'll be anything you say Without regret I'd fade away Without quenching my thirst in the Sahara Desert If the journey's end would lead me to you Afterwards I'll be forgiven Your presence would sooth Please be my womanly heaven Poetry's just too typical Whispering words in your ear and you laugh sexily Teasing comes natural I'll feel you as long as you feel me...

"Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man". - Friedrich Nietzsche If I cry tears of joy Can you turn them into a flood of melancholy? If I reveal unspoken lies Can you convert them into a truthful melody? No If I reside in the light Can you shove me into the pit? If I grieve in silence Can you erase all of it? No Hope is such a bitter word It is for the Hopeless Each day in this world Every moment you love me less Your hair was raven-black Kept as long as it could unfold If the realm was under attack I would never let you get cold Your skin was white as butter-cream Complexion irresistible We were a perfect team The ending though horrible Hope is such a bitter word It prolongs the torment Of my dying soul Love can be anything but heaven-sent...

Life is a debt Paid by my heart's crest And I survive in loneliness Love is a liability The chosen one has no availability And I listen in silence Your words differ from your deeds Intentions so wrong that the soul bleeds Awaiting your return My words are too beautiful to be true You are too be real to be you This realm will burn Our relationship is too Far-fetched The basis of love is not etched In our hands Did you go where Cupid led? With so many tears shed To the forgotten lands Where dreams are vacant streams Melodies painful as being stung by bees Romance becomes forgettable The heart wishes to see what it wants to Skies are grey when they should be blue You are still unattainable Our togetherness is too bleak A life together is what we seek But dying is the only remedy To be alone in this fragile world Not to feel loved only hurt Life is a bittersweet symphony... 

I still want you dearly Even connoisseurs can't deem the price Nowhere else the source of my lust is shown so clearly Than in your eyes I want you to be suffocated By my delicate grasp I want you to be hated By others who favor that gasp One leg over the other You sit across from me I intend to wave aside those curly locks from your shoulder And kiss thy Neck I want to shove my manliness inside As I whisper poetry in your ear Then bite the lobe When I feel my finality drawing near I want to run my fingers all over your throat And feel those burning veins I don't care if you choke At least my fantasy was not in vain...

I got what I wanted Your body The warmth had flooded All over me Atmosphere was under pressure So was your skin Your face a faceless treasure Makes me want to sin again I got what I wanted Yet something was amiss Yes there was something More than a passionless kiss I overlooked taking your love out Before I had to depart Forcing love without getting caught I forgot to Rape your heart... 

I want you so dearly Even angels can't name the price Nowhere else the value of my love is shown so clearly Than in your eyes I want to be submerged In your warmth I want to be heard By your love I want to run my fingers down Your jet-black hair so long I want to drown In your blood and in the end mutter so long I want to hold you underneath the moonlight And then sniff the skin on your Neck With my teeth that yearn to bite In the end I don't care if I go to heck I want to run my fingers down your slender nape And then dig them inside I want to lick your whole body without it being showcased as rape And then skin it until it's ripe... 

I don't know if I can sympathize enough I've been sympathized enough I don't know if I can sympathize enough I've got no political background I'm a dominating aggressive regressive The past is over Now submissive seems so pathetic Are we racist, raped or rapist? Are we racist, raped or rapist? I feel so in love like an extremist And I'm ready to meet my maker I feel so in love like an extremist And I'm ready to meet my maker Bush has got no dirt on me Bush has got no dirt on me And I'll rise to every occasion I'm the Republican-elect of Al Ain I don't know if I can emphasize enough I've been emphasized enough I don't know if I can emphasize enough I've got no biased history Are we fascist, human or atheist? Are we fascist, human or atheist? I feel so in love like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my Maker I feel so in love like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my Maker Rushdie has got no dirt on...