In her dreams, she can be
Every thing you want to see
In her mind, she's the one
Who set the rising of your sun
In her heart, all can hear
Her shining voice ringing clear
In her soul, a fantasy's face
Quenching your longing with frills and lace
In her eyes, a flame so bright
Passions that crash beyond all sight
In her hands, a love that burns
Ripping away your twists and turns
'Tween her legs, is mortals clay
Kneading all your seed away
So when you pass her without pause
You might simply wonder what's been lost
