Cry of a Virgin

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Cry of a Virgin

Seethed
in the milk of my loins
dancing its music in toils
lusted but vestal

Ogling
at her voluptuous milky kegs
and dome mound by her legs
my tumefaction

Musing
of this plaster of Paris
beaut and pure as Sirius
faint-hearted

Sated
in the nightly tortures
of succuba, virile textures
my snake by morn

Sipid
the blossom of her bosom
dabbing her cushion with lotion
a masseur

Tumid
ravishings, my loins
eyes feasted to debauchery
yet virginity; my inhibition

..Doleuche