Selena slipped through my window last night,
Her silver essence claddening my bed,
Embracing me in gentle beams of white,
Kissing so ever soft my pillowed head.
I lay there moveless, daring not to speak,
How oft I prayed that such a night would come;
In endless reveries such grace to seek,
And now to have her in my arms alone.
What joyous rapture her sweet smile did bring,
What exaltation her soft gentle form,
Erotic bliss beyond all mortal sin,
Impassioned pyroclastic joy reborn.
To love a minute or to love all time,
What matters this for such a love sublime?
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