Unfading Charms
Your breasts are apples soft and warm,
Your lips are roses red,
Time cannot touch your golden charm,
Youth's fragrance has not fled;
The face that fired a thousand eyes
Is still for me earth's dearest prize.
Your lips are roses red,
Time cannot touch your golden charm,
Youth's fragrance has not fled;
The face that fired a thousand eyes
Is still for me earth's dearest prize.
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