"..._________..."
his comely friend called mystery
leaves secrets yet untold
as all that's writ in history
dries up as waves of gold
what treasure laid be his to tease
while slow they drip out true
his hidden guest tastes love's appease
in veins, though out of view
from inner space she tastes the bliss
till gold has set in place
tis then all breathless supple kiss
lay pressed on inner lace
~Moses Apollo
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