Princess
for
love
complete
enmeshed
you
endure
even
the convent
ploy
for
your
amorous
adventures:
the
dusk
comes
on
your
face
when
the
night
comes
for
love
fires
all
in
you
heaves
the
breast
open
the
eyes
the
nostrils
by
wild
love
wild
things
and
motions
wild
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