Temptation Of A Rose - Poem by John MacPhereson
Ah beauty, thou sweet nymph of
Enticing pleasure, that has enthralled my
Blood to burn. A gypsy fire born of
Mid-night passion and bred of love.
Thou siren Goddess of enchanting grace,
What secret name should slip from off my tongue?
Thou mistress who gave my heart a fertile glance
And filled my bones with want of more.
But ah, to kiss thou ruby lips aquiver, glowing,
In the mystic light of the swelling moon. Sweat
Dripping, hearts beating, moaning to the sound
Of two souls aflame, two beings lost within a touch.
A hunger of such ravenous lust,
That would tempt a rose to blush.
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