Enter the Virgins.

Enter the virgins we are,

My love does say to me,

He has a mask for intrigue,

As we bask in mild glow,

We are not frigid, I guess,

Languid, but molten,

Love in the afternoon,

Let go and let love,

He’s gone again,

See you, perhaps,

Love you tomorrow at dawn,

Vestals somewhen……