With a sweetness of pimento our lips kiss, at the hour of shadows in my minds eye with your breath of amorous sighs, as dusk fades to black on the poster bed. Of memories when the shades were drawn, and your musing fingers walked the dawn like webs of gossamer on my spine, and your taste of caviar. Now as years have strung a talisman hung with your spell at dusk in our boudoir, and a
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