a desperate declaration: I want to make love with Sophie Marceau

Sophie Marceau so hot that in night I cannot control my desire. watching it, and finally sacrificing my sperms.

o, my sweet lady
my fair beauty.
what do for thy I can
the love and desire
caught in your eyes
feeding my piteous spirit
give me excess of it,
or I will worship your cruelty

while watching your deceitful figure
abuse my little dude
erupt my essence of life,
abandon my spirit
and sign the contract of Lucifer.
just for your kiss
eternal happiness in heaven
is no more
just for your illusion
everlasting torture in hell
is worthy.

give me your lustful love
or hand me a malicious dagger.
it is you, my sinful lover,
the ultimate meaning of
this dying world.

forgive my little English, my dear readers.
hope a piece of poor poem can bring your happiness.