Oh dear tempestuous spirit
Let me disarm thee with my charms.
Awaken thy swollen softness
With pleasure from my tumescence.
Though we may never see dawn's light
My desire for thee will endure.
To tame, to break does hurt the soul
Of one so spirited, fresh, pure.
Have you no more to offer me
As words so sweet and enticing?
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