Imagination,  unreachable dream, my desire
Come to rescue from the heat of fire

Serve the humbled servant caviar
Drinking from brass elegant samovars

Tasting only the royals finest
Then, knowing as a highness

Turning blue, the blood that’s red
How gladly, leaving this dread

Three thousand threads woven
Softness, then the seduction

Costing merely, only a soul
Wearing, the black lacy camisole

Laying down innocent purity
Sadly, taken rather brusquely

Vanity and ego opened the door
There, lay the vulnerable on the floor.

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