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That mortal wound,
the pleasure of Eros' flight,
from where let loose the brazen bow
in hot, quick-witted arrow
impaled me with concupiscent delight

That secret ember
the coal that kindled the blaze
deep down beneath my settled ash,
awaiting consummation-
sweet tongue of fire that stoked a wanton rage

Puissant wine,
soft lips that beckoned a drink,
I tipped their passion to my thirst
and found the earth upended-
virtue and vice foreswore their file and rank!