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Benedictine

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The Benedictine scents and stains
the languor of your pallid lips;
My kiss shall be a bee that sips
A fainting roseleaf flushed with rains.

I thirst, and yet my thirst increases
With draining deep and deeper kisses;
The odour of your breath releases
Desires that dream of deeper blisses.
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Sandra Sears 24 February 2016
Wow, here is a fellow who was born a century time ago, when this hidden message was publicly an unrest... And he knows first hand the secret pleasures of desire.
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