[Song Of Solomon]
Sleep: the time's not yet;
Early birds soon crowing
Wake when dawn declares
Woman risen from childish airs
I watch, across the room;
Dancing shadow, torch outside
Lights path down cobbled lane
Which I have walked, will walk again
Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana
Names to conjure fragrant danger
Fingers tremble, trace the line
From nape to sacrum down the spine
Poisoned prize a trophy
Freely taken, hardly won
A minute, holds back hours
Bud emboldened, forest flowers
Moist under my hand
She sleeps; breath comes quickly
A sigh parts silky lips
Soft-swell breasts, proud goldеn tips
Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana
Names to conjure fragrant dangеr
My fingers tremble, trace the line
From nape to sacrum down the spine
Sleep: the time's not yet;
Early birds soon crowing
Wake when dawn declares
Woman risen from childish airs
I watch, across the room;
Dancing shadow, torch outside
Lights path down cobbled lane
Which I have walked, will walk again
Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana
Names to conjure fragrant danger
Fingers tremble, trace the line
From nape to sacrum down the spine
Poisoned prize a trophy
Freely taken, hardly won
A minute, holds back hours
Bud emboldened, forest flowers
Moist under my hand
She sleeps; breath comes quickly
A sigh parts silky lips
Soft-swell breasts, proud goldеn tips
Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana
Names to conjure fragrant dangеr
My fingers tremble, trace the line
From nape to sacrum down the spine
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