The moon's faintly bleeding ray
Shed silken shadows upon plush skin.
Never beseeching day,
This languishing harlequin.
The eyes of this flame,
That flare with simper flushes,
Make a feral tame
To exchange these flustered blushes.
Barren thoughts admit fruitful cupidity.
Although, in fine feather of sense,
Inept palaver spurts free...
The air ripens into barmy howls in eventide.
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