Aphrodisiacs' Demise.
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Roomful of fragrance, smouldering perfume.
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Mixed jasmines, and sandlewood, swooning
On silk pillowed scent erotically changes
Moods of seduction, weeds re-arrange
Your mind, so they say. Sensual pages
Are written on love, but nothing care I
For Aphrodite's success. I will not try.
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My lord fills my bower. Exotic flowering
Of love flows, walling my bed hour by hour
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Using euphoric whisper- words, he chooses
Seduction's move with voluptuous, smooth
Well-oiled rhyme. Romantic music of soul
Unfolds me to his needs. No weeds, but bowls
Of fresher spells excell. I well know love
Such as this tolls doom to narcotic drug.
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