I’ll mix a quarter of the moon
With scents of azaleas bloom
I’ll kiss your skin with cosmic sand
From Milky Way’s majestic land.
I’ll add a quarter of your heart
And mix it with a tarot card
Think nights of passion soaked in sin
Redemption mornings filled with gleam.
Imagine her immersed in ocean spumes
Her eyes embellished into Spanish moons
A chubby cupid pointing arrows at her chest
Galactic winds now dancing on her breasts.
Why is your handsome face turning so red?
You made volcanic rocks from Krakatoa fell.
Oh, no, you’re not supposed to fall in love with me
Mistakenly or not I murmured the wrong spell.