She had a human voice and angel eyes,
The devil’s smile her cherub face besmeared;
Drawn eyebrows arched, perpetual surprise,
Skin dun, yet smooth, much like fine linen sheer.
She lived her life but for all pleasure sweet,
No thoughts of then, or yet of ever after;
Uncorseted her breasts were lust replete,
Her warm embrace fair promised joy and laughter;
I sojourned happy once amidst her charms
And burned all promise pure beneath her gaze;
Lay rapture wracked within her silken arms,
No tenets true her whimsy could not raze;
Yet when the candied clouds above were gone,
‘Twas not but salted earth I tread upon.

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