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……
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