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She came to me in a midnight flower

As I nestled abed in my darkened tower.

Around her I could see the power,

Dancing in a sparkling shower.



Feline eyes they drank me in,

In the room the scent of sin.

Her arms raised, her claws high,

Wrenched from me a tortured sigh.



Elfish ears listened with intent,

As my breath I held in a rush was spent.

I whimpered and let out a cry,

So sure that now I would die.



My fears though were for naught,

For the ecstasy she wrought.

For this complete absence of sorrow,

I would live and die again tomorrow.