What will it take to attain your presence?
Bend saplings like a bear
Scribe things worthy of Voltaire
Strike a pose
Bare a cross
With roses fill the air
A hint of your tastes
A taste of your whims
a demand
allusion
your abhorred and favored sins
Surrender than impair
Coy births fools
Silence kills
keep I not on the blind dare
but to pursue with care
Than just sitting in want on my derriere.
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