A mauve pashmina sliding
Along the body stem
Swishing by sweet bulbs hiding
Like an exquiste gem
Hair are fringes round a lamp
Gracing a marble face
Glowing through a sultry damp
Of porcelain and white lace
Underarms exposed at ease
As the tongue wets the lips
Smooth inner loins bent to tease
Perfectly svelt soft hips
Communion of soul and heart
Realm of love to enter
From a garden you will part
To become my center.
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