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| And thus she sat, a vision of sweet repose in the formless night. A shattered image of a thousand moons, her soul twinkling through those deep chestnut eyes. Her soft hair, liken to the finest silk, and her smile like a thousand morning blessings. And in her hand a simple goblet, to quench the fires of her soul. And in this cup my hearts deep disire, to have a love such as this. And a night as deep as those ruby lips. Oh silken goddess come to me and let the night embrace us both. For if I can I shall give thee all the pleasure one man can hold. |
| THE GODESS |
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