Mystique Riot

My caramel queen, my chocolate dream,
Why must you wander through my thoughts,
Aimless admiration multiplied with your every breath.
She spoke to me, she leaves me in debt.
I owe her affection not a prison.
Eternal pleasure for this treasure,
Not forever stressed.
A mystery admired, an enigmatic puzzle
Never put in place.
Her name the House of Mercy,
Her smile a maze of grace.
I lose myself to this presence.
I lose myself to this taste.
I lose myself to this goddess' call.
O I lose myself post haste.
Though my world vanishes,
In hers it shan't be missed.
Her voice envelopes me in luxury.
Her stare embraces me with lace.
Satin songs from her sultry vocal cords,
Silken kisses making my heart race.
She inspires me as she sleeps at night,
She inspires me as she wakes,
Be still, Cassiopeia speaks my name,
Gentle whispers as my universe quakes.

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