Beside grey hallows of bamboo bed --
Above their stay is the wing
Of a many-coloured butterfly.
Softly, little by little passions rise
To a summit so high.
Her fanciful petite lip size
Brush pass his berry tongue
In taste of love mellisonant.
The taste like honey on the tongue!
O! what ethereal lightness
At ease with a garden's morn song
As the pair re-enact tenderness
With kisses, a meeting of polarity
Becoming like the one butterfly beauty.
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