Lash me with your alabaster
tongue the flush of
cherries round
your throat
Crinkle up your violet
brows your half-moon waist bent
double mocking my
distress
Bare your flaxen teeth as fierce as
pearled curls flicking (yours of
course) across my
putty face
World is turning backwards and not
just these hues but also
my regard I
find entirely displaced
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