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Orioles
Cries
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Orioles
Cries
P OEM
BY C
DEAN colin leslie dean

Australia’s leading erotic poet free for download

http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-

Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria Australia 2024

FP: All Chinese erotic paintings, P.4Gardens od Pleasure Qing Dynasty Kangxi
period
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N so what is well lets say

Firstly languge is the slave of

creativity not creativity the slave of
language or creativity bends language
for creativity is not imprisoned
restrained or limited by languages
rules creativity thru the exuberance of
expression to o’er awe one inst the
beauty of words thru the
rehabilitation of the English
language that hast been ossified into
a dead language the realm of the
pedantic where English hast been
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now the rule of a learned dialect

where English hast becomes in the
hands of academia- ast the Pater of
words not didst of his own tongue
see -an artificial language just ast
Caesar and Cicero to Latin to a
artificial language turned andst dead
so these Cries departs fromst the
ridged customs of grammarians
andst goes beyond the routine inst
the manipulation of words andst
grammar to revitalise a dying
language inst a new rebirth a “Golden
alchemy” destroying the old
correctness of the Classists such
that the creativity of thought andst
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expression canst come alive fromst

being strangled by the purists of
language andst like Marius the
Epicurean bring inst a new “literary
school” but without “his horror of
profanities andst fastidious sense
of a correctness to external form” a
correctness of form andst grammar
that thru the new gamarr AIs
willst but kill creativity thru
uniformity of correct expression ast
dictated by those purveyors those
grammar Narzis that will kill
language andst REAL creativity
where if these AIs be in the time
of the Elizabethans we wouldst not
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get a Shakespeare based onst the

now tyranny of correct English so
dearest reader the

Orioles
Cries goes beyond the

“infinite faultlessness of correctness

to novelity beyond the mechanical
outputs of the machine of correct English of a
fashion of correctness of that drudgery of the
“labour of the file” advocated by Horace inst
his The art of poetry hear thee the mannerism
fopperies distained as toys by Cicero hear the
thee Orioles Cries not in an open field but
‘mongst “field-flowers inst a heated room”
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PREFACE Ahh howeth inst

springtime the bees to wing upon the lovely
roses face sweet music doth upon the ears to
fall the sight be enthralled by beauties beauty
that doth love inflame for all to beauty be
enthralled it seems upon that glowing light that
Ohh All doest But esteems onst that
wondrous sight of beauty inst springtime But
alas all things doth change fromst spring to
autumn the flowery rose doth its pink doth fade
andst to go andst dew along its petals doth
But seem But tears of woe for be begone that
youth before the bees eyes that what wast once
so fair so framed inst gold where sighs didst
paint vermilion the skies with loves cries But
Ohh nature doth decree that all shallst fade
inst to decay andst that rose that once didst
gloried inst its delight lay inst twilight forgot
ignored which naught upon doest care to fix
their sight
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Oh hark thee beauties for thee all be But

Orioles andst thee will all have thy days of
glory whenst thy hair be ast radiant ore thy
eyes of pearls thy flesh of ivory white that
all shallst adore inst thy springtime so bright
Ah that no poet couldst inst verse thy
beauty to account But be warned thy
autumn shallst arrive andst of thy decay inst
the mirror thee shallst find thy cheeks with
wrinkles overgrown with sorrowing sighs thee
thy looks loss thee shallst moan with tears
inst eyes thy ears no lovers sighs to hear

Except perhaps if thee be wise to have

discerned that lover that loves thee for thee
and not thy beauty which all others only see
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Light of sunbeams bright thru

window flow like hailstones of gold
that float thru my room ast clouds of
mist perfumed doth fromst my cunt
doest seep thru Ohhh Ohh onst my
thoughts of thee that pool of juice
within doest my lust dissolve ast
those gilded lines of Hsiao Kang
doest bloom along my lips so sweet
doest that of spring plum fruity fresh
doest taste Ohh look looketh at that
face of I bright flower that all bees
doest each seek to devour with their
kisses along that cunt of I so young
each day each hour onst my couch of
jade enchanted inst my beautys power
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The cry of lone geese my pliant for those

to hear thru the moonlight sky lit for
where no clouds andst rain for myriads
times hast appeared inst this room of I
where no butterflies with powdered
perfume wings do upon pearls blue with
hue that doth dim doest their wings to
sing whenst they doest to mate where
But scattered flowers petals strewn along
pillows of brocaded silk with no scent thru
the room that dims inst scattered
moonlight splattering gold tipped tails of
peacocks andst kingfisher jade candles
that flicker purple shadows along pages of
Hsiao Yen andst o’er this face of I aging
withered hid by rouge andst painted
checks of glinting silver whilst this cunt
of I throbs like hot Lotus flower inst
spring that fromst that hole that pool that
odorous spring doth thru pink mist my
longing sigh doest spring
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Ahh faint scent of cunts lips sent that

paint this room of I with thoughts of
thy lips upon mine lips Ahh
remember I that day before whenst
sunlight lit our lips our flesh speckled
that didst But glitter inst flowers
bright upon our flesh powdered light
settling upon those pages of Hsiao
Lun along the lips of I like yellow silk
rouged didst float my sighs to each
dab each lick upon my lips thy lips
didst flick that I didst inst a whirl
soar Ohh didst I soar upon thy eyes
that ravished inst that beauty of I that
thee saw thru sunlight andst purple
tinted mist that didst rise fromst that
pool of love bubbling flowers of gold
ast upon mine lips thy lips didst hold
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Inst room cavernous lit by light of moon

where once we were haloed inst silver
beams where once we sighed cries high
notes like of the lute inst our bliss with
kiss upon my red cherry blossomed lips
that now inst anguish doest But breathe
out cries of woe ast now that lute string
o’er tightened be But broke ast my heart
with longing doest But sting Oh But sting
inst this autumn light that plays upon that
page of Hsiao Tzu-Hsien whilst the blue-
black-green colour of kohl doth hide the
green-black sheen of my eyebrows that
doth fade with the flesh that be But hid
with pink peach plum white powders
that mask my face whilst tears slip thru
paste of yellow upon my cheeks to splash
inst purple shadows Whilst that cunt of I
be Oh be But that spring flower bloom
decked in love dew perfuming the room
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Look loooketh at that flame of cinnabar

aureoled inst sunlight ast the lips of I
bloom ast Lotus blossoms with heated
passions hue Ohh view those cunts lips
scarlet canopies of ripe fruity plum
flesh streaked inst dew like beads of
frozen light gold that paint the pages
of Wang Chien inst webs of light like
Dragonflies that tip the furled tips of
those cunt lips of I that flutter ast rain
bowed butterflies that hover inst this
sunlights yellow mist soft ast silk the
lips of I Ohh Ohh howeth doest I melt
ast thy lust doest boil upon that face of
I of my beautys youth ast we both
doest lie coated inst sunlight ast
serpents twine with pleasures sublime
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Ohh see Ohh see thru silk window pane

moonlight upon those willows that
wither andst fade like I that I couldst
thru the Sweet Dew Gate But pass andst
away my sorrows that doest of my heart
doth pain that I couldst But that
orchidaceous “first wine” with my love
to pledge But Ohh But Ohh be that
flower of oblivion the love of I ast I doth
inst this room But sit to see moonlight
coat webs of spiders inst silver threads of
light that hangs fromst that door andst
pages of Liu Huan to see the tracks of
golden footed bugs upon the dust that
doth lay about the feet of I that But
doth coats goblets gold that doest But
hide ‘neath like the powders that But be
upon my face the rust of flesh ‘neath ast
cunt seeps still that sweet youths breath
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Ohh Ohh loves pool lays upon that

pounded silk oozing wet spot that
doth be But that wine of our love
sprinkled with sunlight that doth
within the liquids glossy face doth
shine ast 100000 stars to pattern
my room with brocades of fine spun
love ast spread this cunts lips of I
silken curtains that clutch my love
that fromst which pours his gushing
anthems to that beauty that be I inst
the eyes of he those eyes bright
lamps more bright thanst that sun
that doth drip gold that glitters
around the edges of Liu Shuo to fill
my room with specks of light like
moons that dance around the room
to loves beat of our flesh in tune
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Ast the dew upon the blue-green

Kingfisher plumed tiara ast the tears
that seep to drip fromst the eyes of I doth
freeze inst the moonlight that doth drip
upon the floor of my room inst pools of ice
that doest the pages of Liu Miao doest
crack like the face of I inst cosmetics
paste where the creams pink not hides
the wrinkled flesh once ast peach But
now the peach be But now disgraced ast
silver rays doest the beds unpounded silk
doth the dust displays the purpling
shadows around that yellow spot of
beauty that fades onst my brow whilst
pale flowers drip petals unscented ast
glints gold tipped peacock tails Oh what
waste of Oh of the love tricks the White
girl Goddess have I for thou the cunt of I
drips that dew that be the immortals food
that none seek now
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Sunlight doth upon my boudoir

doest stream that upon hairpins
dangling jingles tinkling along
those cunts lips of I that seem to
pierce that flesh with earrings of
dew sunlit with scent that upon the
book of Hsieh T’iao drips to spill
o’er floors with kingfisher tints
threads of light like silk that dance
thru this cunt hair of I black purple
dyed to skip upon my lips that be
rouged by that light to light mine
face Ohh my face of beauty that
youth that he be sunken within my
lips andst dies inst ecstasy of bliss
with his tongues long lingering kiss
of languid love inst my cunts lips
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Ahh hushed be the night within this

room of I bed lays empty silk floss quilt
with mandarin ducks andst Lotus
worn weave thread bare the air stale of
pepper scent no catalpa tree for the
phoenix for the love of I be sent inst
the dark hear I hear the water-clock
drips away the hours of my eternity
forlorn of woes with dust upon the
lines of Ho SSu–Chu’eng time flows old
age be But my only certainty before my
mirror I aureoled inst moonlight inst
the dark doth see the cracks ‘neath my
rouge andst the lines inst my flesh of
cheeks ‘neath peach powder paste that
upon the walls reflects that Ahh that
face Ahh wilt I inst the dark whilst
those cunts lips glow Ohh glow so pink
with youth that no one seeks to part
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Andst whilst thy lips tang be upon

my cunts lips to burst those folds
inst to Lotus blooms that spring
along those pink lined edge of flesh
Andst whilst thee doth sigh like
Chiangnan flutes that seems to kiss
my ears to flutter ast bees wings
onst my flesh Andst whilst thy eyes
burn upon the beauty of my face lit
by sunlight that spangles those
cheeks inst webs of gems of fiery
golden light that skips upon pages
of Wang Su inst the Juan Chi style
to Ohh too Ohh reflect my face to I
fromst the mirrors of thy eyes whilst
all this be this thenst doest I spread
my lips to the heated breeze of thy
sigh to die inst flames of thy desires
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Say I ast looketh I at that plum

pink powder that paints my face to
hide that youth that doth drip
fromst my looks like jade dust upon
my rooms floor to coat dried pink
buds of peach cracked flesh like
rouged lips of I still Ohh still half
open for a kiss ast verse of Hsiao-
Tzu-Haien be lit by moonlight that
glints off my girdle bejewelled
untied my dress lays open wide no
eyes upon the flesh to press Ohh
e’en 1000 gold the pleasures of
youth not buy back Say I looketh
ast inst moonlight see the candle
flower haloed with that breath
fromst my cunt lips hibiscus red that
once that once 1000 youths fed
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Orioles
kissed by
perfume and
moonlight
POEM BY C
DEAN
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Orioles kissed by
perfume and
moonlight
POEM BY C
DEAN Poetry Books by Gamahucher Press by

colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for download
http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-

Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria Australia 2024

FP: JIANG LIAN 1835 Qing Dynasty Chinese Antique
Silk Painting ISFC:Man and women making love late
Qing P.4 Erotic scene of man and two women making love
late Qing,P.5 Erotic scene, China, late 18th -
early 19th century
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N so what be

Orioles be they
perhaps birds sing-song girls
o‘er ornate full of allusions
mannerisms pretentions
cleverness perhaps shallow
conventionalisms perhaps
morally decadent like those
New Songs from a Jade
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Terrace full of
craftsmanship rhymes of
harmony imagery so delicate
full of verbal ingenuities
with Ohh so apt allusions rapt
virtuosic imaginings Ahh
doth we say with the
Chinese these Orioles be
naught but “all flowers and
moonlight” dismissed as
words of shame to be to
oblivion consigned to be
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covered inst the dust of time

Ahh but we canst but be
dissolved ints these haunting
beauties inst these
luxurious sensualities this
bejewelled voluptuousness
where sounds echo their
sensuousness euphonic notes
to kiss the imagination

Ahh these Orioles

be but sing songs evocative
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verbal pictorial
voluptuousness twining
tapestry of imagistic
landscapes of Oh for the
discerning Taoist andst
Zen within these “poetry-
Chan” these Orioles
songs finds one “self-ablaze”
of the “of-itself” of the
“10000 things” so reciter
recite inst Idleness be with
the Orioles songs
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PREFACE Oh these
words of mine doest they doest But
tell of my minde or be these But
imagining thee doest find But I
doest say pardon this my say andst
doest thee proceed to hear what my
tongue to thee doth relay for thy
entertainment be this But my lay full
of conceits that may hopefully breed
inst THY minde tales of beauty songs
of lust that thy troubles may waylay
that for some moment whilst thee be on
thy way thy thoughts these words may
feed with beauty such thee doth not
find my say of unsuited things such
that their readings a moment joy brings
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Ohh Orioles with their sighs of sing-

song girls pearls perfumed drip fromst
their eyes butterflies inst flight
moonlight glints thru plum pink light
sparks of dust of gold shimmer to
float thru orchid nights to smudge
faint crimson sheets where lay silk
powdered Ohh Ohh Orioles with
their sighs kiss Lotus blooms with tints
of orchid red ast thy sigh rimmed inst
silver moonlight islands of languid
idleness sniffing cunts perfume
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The silk after pounding look I the

window out I look see Ohh see I
skies twilight moonlight ripples o’er
pools light flickers gems silver bright
upon pools edge rimmed inst gold
molten shimmers upon mountains tips
emerald dance starlight like dust
floats thru velvet night coating pools
jade bowl rimmed goblets frothing
light to my sight thru purple
shadows flow lotus scent sent to I
tints pink sheen flushed flowers
Orioles sing green-jade glinting on
wing whilst onst silk soaked scent
go languid lay I in idleness as cunts
fumes perfumed seep thru window
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Thru window I see I moonlight to flow

moonlight to glow pink lotus aureoled
inst sliver curtains plum pink flecked
edges rimmed ast liquid pearls seem
to drip upon silk sheets freshly
pounded ast see I shadows dance like
dust o’er bowls of jade changing tints
that skip o’er broidered pillows glinting
moonlight gold tipped slippers splinter
beams along goblets rim rimmed with
fire moonlight spreads thru room thru
air with peach plum scent specks shine
onst sleeves of silk that around wrap
dragon candle flickering o’er Orioles
that sing whilst I inst idleness inst
moonlight soaked inst cunts fumes that
waft thru orchid tinted rooms
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Scent of lotus tinted with moonlight

thru window flows whilst light
tangles willows the rivers ribbons of
silver flash thru plains coated with
twilight shadows hung purple
curtains lay o’er wildflowers ast
mountains emerald tower twilight
shimmers that lingers inst pools
iridescent peach petals ripple thru
light like orchid rinse tinting
blossoms that burst to full bloom
fluttering to Orioles songs that seem
to be But dreaming of all of what the
Oriole longs crystalline light kiss
cranes inst flight empty distance float
out of sight ast inst light like the mist
of a kiss that lush cunts perfume
Infusing idleness inst my room
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Moonlight thru window lattice slips

Onst sheet silk freshly pounded
moonlight like wet spot gleams ast
liquid pearl light rims my room an
island inst the night of light rippling
light tints the incense inst flight ast
bed curtains sigh inst the rippling
breeze flown up fromst reflected
moonlight onst crushed pillow silk
scatted o’er floor bursting lotus
blooms blossoms candles flicker
whilst water clock drips to Orioles
sing-song flushed moonlight silver
sparks litter about glimmering shine
off blue-green urns inst Deepening
quiet cunts perfume curls on cloud
of moonlight lay gaze I drifting
languid in idleness with “self-ablaze”
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Mountains fade away inst moonlight rimmed inst

sliver painted onst velvet twilight etched upon the
sky see I thru window ast cranes kingfisher-green
tinted wings seem to be birds inst flight willows
coated inst apricots tints blaze as stars twinkling
ast blossoms of cinnamon fill gorges with fragrant
mist rippling patterns of purple shadows along
valley floors moonlight fromst trees tips with light
like white snow that doth show dew-decked
flowers along rivers edge pools froth light goblets
of delight float thru the twilight woven webs of
threads of silver bejewels multicoloured moss ast
they curl andst swirl to the sky rising within the
moonlight that congeals to love-knots like gleaming
eyes onst lotus dew-flecked ast Orioles do sigh
wisps of cunts perfumes climbing high onst drips
moonlight onst I inst idleness drift I far above
white clouds inst I inst effortless non-doing
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Moonlight growing inst to upon my

rooms floor flowers of blooming
silver spirals labyrinthine of light
specks shadows inst the rooms
silence kissing golden fans andst
brocades that lay upon my bed of
pounded silk whilst upon the
forehead of I silver beauty spot of
moonlight flower shape plays criss-
crosses of light like fireflies dancing
inst jade-green light lit by moonlight
king-fisher drapes soaked ripple to
Orioles sing-song tunes that splash
sounds onst golden screens
perfumed fumes coiling fromst cunt
flaring fire I inst idleness I gaze
upon those 10000 things
burgeoning fromst nothings play
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Far off 20000 leagues mountains seem

just splashes of emerald onst velvet sky
lit by moonlight air swirls clouds of
mist threads woven fromst silk float
o’er streams silver ribbons crescent
moons spread o’er the plains light onst
like see see looketh like butterflies
tumbling o’er blooms lit brocades of
peacocks tinted hues Ohh the earth
strewn with petals of light that my
room doest powder with flickering
flecks flying blue-green dragons about
my room flying onst the light of the
moon look looketh golden tails of light
of Orioles that sing silver tongues of
languid songs whilst lay about
hairpins jewelled I lie inst idleness
whilst cunts perfume waft thru room I
be blent with the far off moon
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Orchid mist onst moon light doth light

my room ‘neath moon spreading light
like gems of white limpid pool white
cloud upon my floor blent with candles
light smearing rouge o’er mirror ast
looketh I glittering dragons float by
scarlet phoenix fly across silk freshly
pounded jade mats sparkle with
moonlight dust kissing dangling hair pins
of kingfisher-green tints that speckle
jewelled sheets like sapphires of onst fire
dragon eyes glint like butterflies that just
hang inst the light inst my room ast
beetles hungry doest about I doest crawl
iridescent emeralds their feet gold
tipped flecking light off the lips of I
dance whilst Oriole doest sing its songs
cunts perfume andst I dissolved inst the
emptiness of all inst idleness
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Moonlight wraps the night inst a silver

cloak sheering the night inst slivers
splinters if spirits that glisten to float
glints of frozen light cascading like
waters that fright my sight fine-spun
like nightmare dreams they dangle
fromst willow tress moonlight spears
that piece the night swords that cut
thru the light fromst which seep fromst
that wound boundless things snarling
their eyes ablaze furnaces of fright inst
the night coated inst moon beams owls
that hoot ast Oriole sings sighs hungry
ghosts scream along streams hung
with moon-flowers girdled like white
jade black waters thru gardens doest
stray the emerald curling fumes of my
perfumed cunt dappling the gate thru
inst idleness I drift on a way
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Fromst shadows purple fades the tints

fromst beds sheets of pounded silk
fringed tassels of gold wane ‘neath
moonlight that doest thru this room of
I cast the Milky Way light upon each
thing hid inst shadows where crows
doest cry andst spiders doth seem to
spy I with eyes lit fires each thing doest
seem to drip tears that doest But soak
my rouge powder with red tints like
blood ast moon beams twine thru my
room ast sliver spider webs of light
sparkling dew ast molten pearls hear
here Oriole at that moon sighing inst
this emerald void of light darkening
coil upon coil of dragons wilted leaves
onst window sill ast cunts perfumes rise
lay I inst idleness all inst all to melts to
But too I pass thru green lacquer gate
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Moonlight sees I sees I that hare

andst toad leap fromst that
moon to dance Ohh to dance
inst my room with fire rimmed
eyes crow doest thru my room lit
inst moon beams fly twixt rays of
light dripping like tears upon my
cheek Ahh that scent upon
blooms inst gardens lit by
moonlight rancid stale fumes
glint fading lights of gold fromst
by candle flame that frozen be a
frost of cold light still whilst
Dragon lady sorrow sighing with
Oriole cunts perfume flying with
moon across the sky I in idleness
lie I fleeting I inst emptiness
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Radiant silk inst moonlight pounded

upon lay I cloaked inst purple shadows
fromst which creep those things with
eyes that dart fire andst teeth that bite
lotus blooms that doest inst shadows
hide that betwixt each candle light
flicker doest Ohh Ohh to snap upon my
gold fringed camisole that But leave
their tracks to But see naught But their
shadows whilst fox bark at that moon
that doest shine moonlight inst my
room that upon my silk scarf doth my
face reflect that shimmers paintidly
with that light ast silver dust tinting
rouge andst pale pink peach flesh cunts
perfume wafts ast sings the Oriole inst
its cage inst idleness I lie inst non-being