Twilight
Still glowing from the red-lipped kiss of noon,
Your perfumed hands caress the night and dare
To deck your breast with stars . . . to steal a moon
And set it rose-like in your tawny hair.
Your perfumed hands caress the night and dare
To deck your breast with stars . . . to steal a moon
And set it rose-like in your tawny hair.
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