Delicious pain of desire
Unquenched yet fuller still
Pleasure's coin turned over
bends and beguiles my will
Her touch, taste, her tender surrenders
My body aches as it remembers
murder this lust with my sword of flesh
Oh sweet pain must have its revenges
Oh to lay again in her reposes
As fires catch in summers tinder brush
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