Latika

Raven hair
Auburn eyes
Coated gold
A jewel midst dunes
Tempt me off
With hair and skin
And sensual rhymes
Where only tones are known

Latika
Scent of exotica
And I chase the trail

Raven hair
Auburn eyes
Not made for me
Makes me crave it that much more
The finest form
Clothed in faint slight linen
Thus scarce elusive measures
and neat lines are discerned

Latika
Bet you taste like erotica
And I'll attend the feast

I go from land to land alone
To whither winds her perfume has blown
If she won't be mine and mine alone
I'll have her on my stately throne until I hear her moan

Raven hair
Auburn eyes
Sealed from my grasp
Not at all unguarded
Tempted me off
With the finest form
What else was I to do then
But to willingly spring the snare

Latika
Ja

I went to foreign lands on my own
To captivate the author of a faint tone
In shackles beast-like they had me promptly thrown
At least the scented tones are still mine and mine alone

Like a mirage apparent just for me
You had me spellbound little devil
Fair being the purest creation
Seducing me straight into oblivion



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolay Løvvold
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