I dreamt a Muslim Harem
and pleasures divine
midnight escapades
with voluptuous concubine
I bed down with three
all exact clones of thee
so is it infidelity?
or multiplicity?
smell of sesame oil
can still melt my morals
memories of sexual acts
vaginal, anal, and orals
with pagan lust
you'd cover your bust
with sensual oil
my blood would boil
vanilla nymphs of Aphrodite
proved sexually mighty
emerald nymphs of lore
are great upon the floor
Chinese concubine
are always divine
Japanese Geishas dressed in silk
creamy white as milk
French mademoiselles
curved like liberty bells
Greek hetaerae dressed in white
drink love's wine through the night
our congress rises once more
sex with them was never a bore
a thousand mirrors of Aspasia
desired ones drift into fantasia
when morning strikes
they break like dikes
stressed by sexual flood
they bleed dry your imagination's blood
evenings are glimpses of heaven
mornings are glances of hell
days cause the libido to swell
'til nights when we do what is heathen, and well
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