I have that hour of surrender
In my memory
When you have come stealthily
With all glory
Into my room at mid night
And lay down
By me in the bed throwing
Away the gown
And opened up from a bud
Into a flower
As you made love to me for
About an hour
From that day on with one
Pretense or other
You slipped into my room to
Play my ardent lover
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