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Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms,
I filled with love, and she all over charms;
Both equally inspired with eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire

I never asked you to be perfect—did I
— Though often I’ve called you sweet, in the invasion Of mastering love
I never prayed that you Might stand, unsoiled, angelic and inhuman, Pointing the way toward Sainthood like a sign-post
Oh ...