One night as I was just moping around

In some English pub, in the heart of London town

Leafing through Monstrous Love by Pauwels

A vision hovered above the whiskey soda bottles

The initials

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B.B

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B.B

While the decorations of her conquerors

Glittered to her gyrations, bronze and golden ores

The platinum engraved, cold circles that linger

Those marks of a slave upon each finger

The initials

The initials

The initials

B.B

The initials

The initials

The initials

B.B

Almost to her hips, she is booted

Brimming, like a chalice, with her beauty

She wears nothing at all but her perfumed hair

Essence de Guerlain in her long hair

The initials

The initials

The initials

B.B

The initials

The initials

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B.B

With each little quiver one could detect

Little bells of silver around her neck

Ringing could be heard as she came near

And spoke the word Almeria

The initials

The initials

The initials

B.B

The initials

The initials

The initials

B.B

The initials

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The initials

B.B

The initials

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B.B

The initials

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B.B

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The initials

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B.B