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Dama de Noche
Dama de Noche—flower of the night
that’s what you are –
Your fragrance fills the atmosphere:
intoxicating and addictive
I wonder why you bloom only at night!
In an orphanage managed by the nuns
you first saw the light of day,
until you grew up to be such a fine lady,
and got married to an older, rich guy.
Lucky to have everything you could wish for,
except for your sexual needs,
as your husband is bloody cold and impotent!
Young and hot bloodied--
always wanting to fulfill your desires;
One night you became so horny…
dressed as a hooker, you picked-up a guy
to fulfill your desires, your lust to satisfy!
This became a habit of yours
before you knew it, you became a nympho:
Jasmine of the night –
that’s what they call you.
Every single night, different nameless men
are added to your list of faceless lovers;
Not satisfied with one lousy quickie,
sometimes you take six--all of them
with hardened tools until they melt,
and succumb inside your wet and silky stamen--
your insatiable desires, still wanting for more
on a hell of a one night stand…
Your devilish moans set your lovers on fire
only to be drowned with grasps of fresh air
until all the nectars of desires combined,
get sucked up, dripping to the last drop…
Just like the beautiful flower – Dama de Noche,
you close your petals after impregnating the air
with your intoxicating and addicting fragrance,
capturing the earthly desires of your lovers –
slaves to your maniacal world of lust and passion!
(Inspired by a movie with the same title)
that’s what you are –
Your fragrance fills the atmosphere:
intoxicating and addictive
I wonder why you bloom only at night!
In an orphanage managed by the nuns
you first saw the light of day,
until you grew up to be such a fine lady,
and got married to an older, rich guy.
Lucky to have everything you could wish for,
except for your sexual needs,
as your husband is bloody cold and impotent!
Young and hot bloodied--
always wanting to fulfill your desires;
One night you became so horny…
dressed as a hooker, you picked-up a guy
to fulfill your desires, your lust to satisfy!
This became a habit of yours
before you knew it, you became a nympho:
Jasmine of the night –
that’s what they call you.
Every single night, different nameless men
are added to your list of faceless lovers;
Not satisfied with one lousy quickie,
sometimes you take six--all of them
with hardened tools until they melt,
and succumb inside your wet and silky stamen--
your insatiable desires, still wanting for more
on a hell of a one night stand…
Your devilish moans set your lovers on fire
only to be drowned with grasps of fresh air
until all the nectars of desires combined,
get sucked up, dripping to the last drop…
Just like the beautiful flower – Dama de Noche,
you close your petals after impregnating the air
with your intoxicating and addicting fragrance,
capturing the earthly desires of your lovers –
slaves to your maniacal world of lust and passion!
(Inspired by a movie with the same title)
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