Tenderness consoles thee,
Soft caress controls thee,
And I am master of your world.
Your desire is naught –
forever you have sought –
your soul be deftly ruled.
And now my hand commands thee,
my heart most aptly demands thee,
your needs never more fooled.
So now come to me, dear woman,
place your lips upon mine.
Name it love if you prefer.
Momentarily I shall defer –
and take your flesh with wine.
In any case, you shall always be –
my lovely concubine…
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