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How soft this couch of thine! Beneath my tingling nudity, its glowing silken covers scarcely seem to bear me up Let me lie so awhile, laved in the utter silence of the flesh.

Spread out hair like waves about my head A moistened tendril clings to my weary lips. Draw it away for me, so that I need not stir even a finger to complete my peace.

How fair these moments—and how dearly bought! Alas! Yet be not hurt because I call them dearly bought. Thou art a man—thou couldst not understand. Nor couldst thou know I love thee more for them than for all other things