Don't mind the lyrics

Encased in a robe of ramie cotton sighs,

A smirk on her face, with lullaby eyes.

Her voice was ink, her touch was flame—

Each scribble carved out her lover's name.

She rode it slow; he took her high,

Her laughter, a moan in midnight sky.

She kissed his lips with verses of sin,

His eyes spilled chaos from deep within.

She bit him down; she left her mark,

A burning delight in twilight's ark.

She whispered tales in tongues unknown,

Claiming his soul as just her own.

He spoke his truth, a scramble of words,

Tangled in moans and murmured chords.

She drew her smile, then took to fled,

Yet left her scent upon his bed.