The Visitor

Tonight a visitor came to my door.
Hearing his knocking, I peered out of my window to see who it was.
I did not know him personally, but have seen him about.
He is utterly desireable.
I let him in.
I served this visitor food and drink.
I washed his feet.
But he said that this was not enough.
Every fiber of my being longed for him, yet I held back.
He stroked my hair and aroused me with a thousand whispers in my ear.
Finally, I could resist no more.
From there it was the purest union.
Now every rose smells of his scent, the moon reflects his face.
The Lover entered me and never left.

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