You Are The salt
In sickness
I Am The wound
In sickness And health
The Music Ceases
As Your noble Touch Pleases
Your predictable Touch Ceases
As The Tirering Music Pleases
You Are The water
In sickness
I Am The flame
In sickness And Health
Maybe, I Want To Cherish
Your Sensual virginity
Maybe, I Want To Cherish
Your Sensual inability
Maybe, You Ask Why
Why You Are, black as I
And Sorrow Fills The Moon
As I kiss her Faithfully
And Shadows Fill The Room
As The beast Take Shape To Win
You're Black, You're Black
You're black as I
When Our thrills Cease
I Leave The World Behind
A delightful Feast I Wish
Oh, Lord, You Know I Tried
Like Blood, A scent In The Sun
So Special, Maybe the only one
And her Flaming lips
Swallow My Endless Mess
And her Lovely heartless Soul
I Soon Have Torn - in two
"All black souls should look
For white elements in themselves"
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