My love's regal like a flower,
see those her lips, so petal-like
and rose red, lip-glosséd with dew,
whereupon I'll seal my love true;
with kisses adorn, with sighs adore.
She has my mind wet with her scent,
she pricked my heart at first sight
my soul lovely bleeds at her feet.
O, watch how she sways in the wind,
serpent-like. Me, a snake charmer
hypnotised by his pet, all sense flows.
Maids deck the way to her chamber;
with lucid voices sing her praise,
I'm weak with want. I'm past primed
I twine her waist, and off her feet
sweep, then bury me in her bossom.
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