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I have heard thy voice these many nights, Vague beckning with promise of delights I dare not even hope to know.

They slender arms with their soft, lithe strength Seemed wrapped about me until at length I slept within their precious fold.

The satin feel of they vibrant breast Bought anew that delcious unrest Which sated my soul once before.

And when I begged for thy lips' moist fire Each vein pushed once again with desire To mold they blest being to mine.

But as I stretched my arms to enfold thee, My arms with their youth meant to hold thee, Thou hadst vanished - mirage of desire.