| Once again, the sun has sunk in the horizon
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| Breaching the Occident with crimson wounds
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| Come, o Noctambulesque, creep under my shroud
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| And spread concupiscence in languorous pantomimes …
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| Your pleasure’s the law if you discover mine…
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| Your scales' caresses -reptilian shudders-
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| Compensates for the bruise left by fangs and claws
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| As saliva gives lustre, I linger with fever over your every pore
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| Squirming by the temple where scrumptious vices dwell
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| Seduced thus uxorious, tantalized by your venomous gaze
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| I shine the idol of overshadowed rites
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| This noble jewel deserves peculiar cares …
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| A tongue alone won’t do the trick to lick the drizzle of strange frolics
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| To quaff the monstrous passions that lurk in your leer
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| Your hospitable hiatus
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| Exhales hedonistic delights
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| And I taste it as a beast in a feast
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| Words seem superfluous, we use another language
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| But alas! |
| Confuse contradictions!
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| Madrigals are tattooed inside your womb
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| As the bane of lust rages
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| An ardent and insidious duet
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| Lay on a soil cleansed of taboos
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| In a hellcove where the supreme offering is brought
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| An interlude amid turmoil
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| We should never relinquish our immoderate projects
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| May they lead us to our ruin…
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| A familiar spectre shortens our nights, the ignoble Somnolence
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| Now that we have blessed our flesh
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| Our both souls should here coalesce;
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| We’re dislocated in amorous convulsions
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| -the aftermath of demented clasps —
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| Shatter my rib-cage and extirpate my heart
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| That source of trouble stuck in Ut
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| The burden of Melancholy alters my shoulders
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| «I cannot love except where Death
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| Is mingling his with Beauty’s breath. |
| "
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| (Edgar A. Poe) |