Let me wear your lipstick
Let me put on your skirt
Let me make your fragrance, into perfume
Let me liberate my body
And crawl beneath your skin
Let me be your sister
Your little twin
Lord take my earthly body
Lord touch my 'ternal spirit
And return me to the ashes
From where I came
Call me up from the dust
Eternal ecstasy
Let me be your sister
Your little twin
Eyes like the doves above - full of your love
Rich as ornaments of golds, studded with silver folds
Henna blossoms and roses from your pockets - suppose
It's meant to vomit the prose of mares among the Pharaoh's
Own chariots in the rows of lariats and heroes
Stares' hypnotic, exotic with their erotic lingo
My neurotic robotics are symbiotic with yours
I feel chaotic emotion, near-aquatic in motion
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