It was just a night's sleep,
But he went through her belly, asleep...
Intense heat, some moan
And a acute strength that no longer wants to leave...
It was just a night's sleep,
Her sheet in black and white,
Moving on delusions, shining mind,
And a intense heat, bringing distinct sensations
So different, so strong, temptation,
so late, but now realized,
as all before, der Kaiserin, it had been only lost time
by wandered thoughts and meaningless...
Now she goes, now she moves...
(Joyce Martins)
