Touching and drawing him
in that flaming garden
where preying and kissing
are easily misunderstood.

She laid,
far from greed
yet generous,
a veiled nighttide
of amorous dances.

He stood
wide-eyed
to a vision
never seen
of prime example;
of Beauty’s magic.

She came into sight;
He came of age.

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