Seraglio

Dark damp night. Aureola around the hanging picture The wall where the picture hung stepping forward . Wall living! Living picture! Lips dry athirst. Alighted from the frame eying cravingly Raising hands stood akimbo in front of me.. ' What are you just crazy? Amorphous? palpable? Loghra-kusum-racy? A living woman of flesh and blood; Enthralled me. Oh! What sharp-set! I could not repel her. Fearfully tried to skulf... The spinster sorely drew me into her seraglio; I immerged inrushing into a slough. Blocked lachrymation wants to touch her...