Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon’s rays
More than her beautiful bright limbs were hidden
By the light veils, they burned and blushed amid,
She was skilled in provoking in soft, passionate ways.
There was an invitation in her voice
And laughing lips and incredible dark eyes,
As though above the gates of Paradise
Fair verses bade,
Be welcome and rejoice!
O’er rugs were mottled blue and green and red
Blent in the patterns of the Orient loom,
Like a bright butterfly from bloom to bloom,
She floated with delicious arms outspread.
There was no pose she took, no move she made,
But all the feverous, love-envenomed flesh
Wrapped around as in the gladiator’s mesh
And smote with his triple-forked blade.
I thought that round her sinuous beauty curled
Forceful exhalations of hot human love,
Around her beauty valuable above
The sunny outspread kingdoms of the world;
Flowing as ever like a dancing fire
Flowed her belled ankles and bejeweled wrists,
Around her beauty swept like sanguine mists
The nimbus of a thousand hearts’ desire.
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