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Thy wondrous body ofttimes in rapture hath given Its fragrance, its warmth, and its softness to mine; The throbbing velvet of thy rose-crowned breasts hath driven Me mad, as I kissed the flaming tips divine. And yet I wanted thee still more.

The pink-tinted plain beneath thy breasts' youth- shapen curve Hath ofttimes rested my head - my tongue at loss To describe in words the beauteous sight my eyes observe, Portals of thy soul, through strands of mid- night floss. And yet I wanted thee still more.