She sits before me, an infallible piece
A masterwork of bone, sinew, and skin
Defying perfection her fairest cheeks and feminine chin
Her form crafted and carved as a statue of ancient Greece
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Amorous pools sable and deep
Set lightly upon lustrous smile
Thy moonlit skin my heart doth keep
Stow’d away upon distant isle
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The culprit fire bellows within
Our sin, our heat, our perfect moment
A bud both carried now to foment
Her blood, my wine, that sweetest poison
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Your lips are the wet of my blood. Without them I bleed dust
Your voice, the rhythm of my heart. Without it my ventricles lay in silence
Your touch, the nerves of my fingertips. Without it I cannot feel
Your embrace, the light at my center. Without it I see only blackness
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Her vassalage henceforth I am condemned
A saintly visage adorned both sweetly
Coated twice on gilded vines stemmed
Great her presence filmed and veil’d completely
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