full moon, who stole what?
It was but full moon, her dark soft hair lay like
a peacock's tail spread on a head-rest, her lips glittered like
dust from a crushed diamond for the night has gone but grey. i
stood-melted staring at her in her beautiful slumber, her nipples
flew up and down under her white-silk clothen for she wore nothing
under! i had wanted to kiss her pretty-heavenly lips
but...that'd wake her up...so i just took her jewel box and
made my way out through the window on the east side of her
room
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