deli bal (unfinished verse)

the blighters rock

I tasted honey from her lips
and into a madness did I slip
of sweetest expectation
this living nectar in me burned
all reason and regret was spurned
to free desire beyond intoxication

thus did a dream breathe into form
and from my beating heart was torn
ancient instincts too long dormant held,
among wild rhododendron groves
to waiting passions were we behoved
to submit as our fired hunger swelled

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