to her acme..

chiming moans in her sleep
her wraith of the pharaoh,and
his chatelaine,beauteous Amunet as fair Amenardis in
her pallid,arab made guile,much naked,
scented oil from her bosom,nipples protruded
against the Syrian linen

hands outstreched,under her maine,
yellowest dreams,in her naked egyptian moor
unfastened brooches,over her bare skin,
her Amulet chained,midst
her carcass of vile jewellery
atop her breasts.
her luscious self 'bove heaven's gates,
fragments of her desire,lued to her dreams,
his majesty stroking those magnificent domes.

and summer's chalice,of heavenly syrup
drank,till indulgence of more recompence,
makes her chide within her again.
near she comes,to her acme.
the gashing waters of nile,lingering
for his smiling vessel.it comes,
splashing through the wakened waters..
and herself reaching through beyond her spread.

gasps of after-thought,revels she in her visions
it cease to leave,done its work..
she caress herself in her trance,
and within her moistened self
resorts back,to a drained night..
leaves her dreams for another while.

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