She wore ninety nine veilsCovering every part of herThe drums began to pulseThe flutes began to flutterThe first veil droppedNinety eight more to goHypnotic hours and epochsWe’ve been lost in our lustIt’s not what we can seeThat draws our eyesBut what we can’tWhile one veil remainedWe could still each imagineOur own private paradiseJust beyond that…