Enter the virgins
Enter the virgins we are,
My love does say to me,
He has a mask of intrigue,
As we bask in mild glow,
We're not frigid, I guess,
Love in the afternoon,
Languid, but molten,
Let go and let love,
He's gone again,
See you, perhaps,
Love you tomorrow at dawn,
Vestals somewhen......
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