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In silent anticipation she lies
Pale reflecting moonlight through the window
Seductress of silk persuasion purloins slumber in the moonlight
Rise and take your pleasure she taunts low
And tempting with delight
Tossing on my mattress as sleep evades
Mental torture turns my head in the moonlight
Toward the seductress waiting, tempting in evening shades
Rise says the voice of the muse in the night
With empty smile she bade
Resistance flees; I arise bent to her will
Moving as a chess piece moves; no will of my own
She winks at me as she lies pure as a mother of pearls
I can but gaze as I captain alone
This ship; its sail unfurls
My instrument sharp, my compass true
I take the wheel and look to the mast in the moonlight
As the seductress draws me into the lair of her alabaster sheets
Muse of Machiavellian delight
Her snare in time she beats
I travel her ivory plains plying my nib
Till pure and pale her snowy countenance is no more
For sullied and sated her silken sheets I’ve made; driven
My passions soar as my lore
On her face in ink riven
Repose at last bids me welcome
Neither sultry muse seduces nor the incandescent maid
Her opalescent sheets I lay aside at the fading of the moonlight
Too long at this pleasure I’ve stayed
Sacrificing all to write
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