Ecstatic

twas in the arms of dawn…
Safe in a sweet embrace…
She lay in beauty profound…
Drenched in his sweet caress.

The softness of her face…
Is like the quill of a swan…
That glowed with divine radiance…
Enough to shame the autumn sun.

Her bosom heaved with passion,
Cuddled by the timorous brute…
He writhed to desire’s raging tunes…
As she played on his russet flute…

Like the dew on a rosette’s petal…
The nectar of his sweet love…
Trickled down her moist lips…
Pure ecstasy like the heaven’s above…

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