SENSUALITY

by: Florence Von Wien

      OU suck in my beauty, like a ravished beast
      You trickling blood of fresh, warm meat.
      You breathe in the fragrance of my leprous-white skin,
      Till, sated with the fullness of your realization,
      You loll in my arms--nauseated with over-feasting.

"Sensuality" is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown Publishers, 1921.

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