Down here you appear to me from above
Hovering on a building on satin
Sheets that cover your essential places
That I long to discover, like bold Jove
Golden showering between your long, thin
Thighs, infiltrating your private spaces.
Murky, humid, violent winds oppress
My thoughts of you. Then like the wet T-shirt
Covering you, a cool moisture relieves
my burning mind. I feel your soft print dress
flutter above my lowly head. Desert
your high station for me! Smooth brow deceives
me when I intimate my rough longing.
You see me only as the herd thronging.
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