Doth my eyes deceive or ‘tis Truth, I see?
Two angelic beauts, twinning my delight!
This proves what a Lucky Cherub, I be.
Pity...‘tis momentary. NOT, all night!
Oh, pretty Angels, with halos of gold.
I'd cherish your company ‘til dawn’s wake.
A winged threesome, staving off gelid cold.
Oh, what marvelous bed-fellows, we’d make!
(To be continued....)
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