Anonymous Blemmigan-inspired Poet
Streets lit by candles, together
We tread, breath laced with wine
But drunk from each other,
Your bed we soon find.
Our thighs so plump with want,
Arms yearningly entwined,
Lustily I drink your taste part
of you now in me inscribed.
“Oh, lover, ah,” your name on my lips, a moan,
We are a spectacle for the audience of us,
In a private performance our bodies we join.
Secret wish, can these moments never pass?
An eruption, Aphrodite rising from foam,
Our breaths still together as we draw our last,
And prepare for the second act.
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