Like a moth she moves to the red light Her blood warms and boils there She skims the sweat like a new milk And pops the buttons off her wet blouse Oh Queen of the Night Well she is deep inside She is haunting me (All of her soft parts call to me

I found this photograph, A big smile for the camera, How did she know? The moment could be lost forever Forever more Underneath the broken picture glass. Tender face of black and white, Beautiful, a haunting sight. Looked into an angel's smile,