Such a tempting fruit as she is,
With such an adamant will as hers,
She makes my lust of her fall sick
And leaves me, who move to rotten fruits.
Ho! By such acts that she conducts,
What happiness would she derive?
By such denials does she get
Her corporeal urges met with?
The rotten fruits overwhelm the eaten ones.
27.02.2009
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