Shadows rule the silver night
my dark princess
velvet and satin clings to her tight
thighs like vanilla incense
aurora beats downy wings
as nightingales begin to sing
lace lingerie sleeves cling to her frame
endowing the art that contributes to her fame
electrifying all who are near
sending a message loud and clear
shadows rule the silver night
you say what you mean
while I speak in smokescreens
my dark princess

the apache kid