* sacred house *
Dreams of yesterday still cling
Dreams of passions fire and desires whim
Kisses so scalding smoked every atom of you
Nights so long stumbled into dawn
Insatiable only briefly sated in bed
An eager industrious bee on your nectar fed
First bloom of passion without rest
Such flavour and beauty and zest
My morning arc and blue sky
My answer to every why
Afternoon delight and splendour
To Kubla Khan's dome send you
Evening's cloak conceal us
Our love a private sacred house.
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