Let me unbind the clasp that hides your grace,
Loose all  your hair, let auburn embers  fall;
While trembling fingers trace your tender face,
As your embrace does offer up your all;
And let me lay you on red satin down—
There on your bosom let my cheek find rest;
Where whispered words that only lovers own
Caress my soul as with your honeyed breath;
Let rose-red lips find mine in passion’s thirst,
Your kisses flushed with sweet Madeira wine,
ForI, lust-drunk, shall wander o’er the  earth
This night of ardor, ever on my mind.
How sweet forbidden love—my Magdalen—
Yet when the morning dawns, what of us then?

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