With sweetness of pimento inglorious red at the hour of shadows in my mind's 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 bitters feast. Now as years have strung a talisman hung with your spell at dusk in our boudoir, and
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