She comes to me in my dreams. Like a siren, softly humming my
song,
she lures me away from my insipid reality, to a world of sinful
pleasures. Dare I say no?
No man could resist, no chain can hold back; though I have tried, they break like feeble clay.
You have no face, no voice, no form to feel or touch, yet I fall
helplessly in love. Why are you here?
Never saying my name, I hear you ever so clearly. Walking gracefully naked, yet my eyes fail to see through the nakedness, like the spirits themselves were covering you. What do you want from me?
You shine bright in my dreams, but only come to me in the dark of the night. Who are you?
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