Arti Aeykhon Aweneck Rath

arti aeykhon aweneck rath
dokhena hawoa hahaker
arti it`s very late in the night
the southern wind weep and wail
lust of virginity linger on your lace
i dare not touch your lips;what if you break!
i take a step back to resist this
irresistable bait!but O you break me,unfold
me inviting death
however,before i die you make me make you a
woman,i`m a man,welcoming me through your
back-door romance
sit we together glued like love guillotine
you eat me;i eat you
with champagne,sorbet and fruits
arti aeykhon aweneck rath
dokhena hawoa hahaker
before i die you resurrected me once more
the soft,sweet,sylvan breeze blew through
your back-door