She's an emotion avenger. She is the villain who sends a. Line of dark fantastic passion. She knows that you will surrender. Knows that you will surrender. You want this fantastic passion. We'll have fantastic passion. You can feel her lips undress your eyes. Why should ugly skin that never feel. Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it. This one is an easy one feel the word and melt upon it. Words of love words so leisured. Words are poisoned darts of pleasure die. Yes she's in her black mood tonight. Watch her dye your black hair white. Rob you of your muscles slacken. All the skin that was so tight. So ask for a reason. Ask for any reason. Ask for the one reply. For the one reply. Try for reason. But passion never lives. It dies with reason. Try for reason. Then die. by leotdferraz