Nonsense #51

So tender is the day
As it succumbs to the night,
So gentle is the way
The moon shines so bright.
So softly is the breeze
Brushing against my thigh,
So fevered are the kisses
That are making me sigh.
So beautiful are your eyes,
Heavy lidded in bliss,
So perfect are you
To arrange a night like this.

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