Child of The Midnight Sun (English)

The sweet smell of her perfume is intoxicating
The bliss that she shoots me into with her touch is static
And the beauty that she displays is sensual
No woman alive could ever match her in perfection
She is the sweetest of all roses in the world
No man could ever look upon her and see what he is meant to
Her powerful love is like a bullet to the brain
Speeding at muzzle velocity
And there is nothing you can do about it once you've tasted her
Because there is no escape from her
She is the Goddess herself
The Precious Child of The Midnight Sun