A rush of dream
Benumbed my heart with sleep.
Throw away your clothes,
Let your locks of hair
Fall over your fairest back.
Let your heavenly curved body
Be in the light breeze, fragrant
And soft arousing sensual
Feelings upon my heart's lyre.
Let the mind, heart, the sense
Be lost in crimson joys.
Let the new sensation flow
Through my grief laden soul.
I wish to be immersed
In insane sexuality
Only to heal up my maddened
Soul inflicted withvenomous
Thoughts of dirty world.
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