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Desolace Offering By: Ssussunn Worship begins ~ On the altar of her face, Framed with moonlight hair, Bejewelled star bright with ruby silk lips. Worship extends ~ On bed of feather, leather and lace, Descend rib boned stairs, To drink from the chalice of her hips. Worship now ends ~ Though I linger in this space, Her arms my honed chair, I would yet launch one hundred score ships, To win her home safe, Lay my offerings at her place. |
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