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(London:  Sunday, after midnight, September 30, 1888)

Some call my fierce desire for you a flame

that sears my reputation and my name;

and brings my parents and my siblings shame.

I say to them now, it is all the same

to me.  I love you; nor will be diverted

by their threats or the powers that have asserted.

With my lips kissing your bared, ample breasts

I just adore you.  And no prude's behests

will bring us to some imposed separation;

nor care I for some "differences in station."

You are no strumpet.  Just bad circumstances

compel you.  I believe in second chances;

and any satisfaction that advances

the beauty of this sweetest of romances.

I love to watch you squirm, and hear your moans,

as you mount me, and draw out of my stones

the sevenfold surge that traces the measure---

and full erotic mystery---of pleasure.

Starward