Erotic PoetryNight In TunisiaLoving eyes rest in splendor
In April's mist
We smile in langour:
Was it you hiding
Behind the fountain bell
Searching for a lost love
You cannot fortell?
Indeed how bright you would look
In satyred wings;
Of paths we walked
And sing in December's moon.
How I would love
To chase you down the street
Feel Aphrodite's sun in your hair
Mystic leaves that seem to cheer
Lost in the garden
Where Eden grew.
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