Miami was a charm of a city

What difference does that make me

I learnt to rise and not feel usual hurt. 

Time after time it was pleasure for every measure.


Love was the spice of my life 

Lure was the dice to every feeling. 

My soul learnt to dance the dance of laughter in blues

My thoughts taught me the art of desire and spa.


I loved me and I couldn't help it

What was there to fall in love with in me

I fell even in love with myself deeply

I craved my passion in every mission.


I gave me time to laugh. 

I loved the scent of pleasure. 

I gave charge to the owner of my lampstand 

I poured in the oil of necessity. 



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