Her embracing self
Sweeps you away to an unknown river dale
Currents of her whirling posture
Working wonder when together.
Thou unconscious loving solitude showing bursting aptitude
Amusing her tender parts
Before another night is over.
Dews of her canvassing face
Drip in zigzag ways
Ere forming the fountain of mirage
Oozing boundless maidenhood with uncommon smell.
Heaving hills with gracing grapes
Waving shadows partly round shape,
All are gathering under her mystic surroundings
Never bid the conscious spring adieu.
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