Le Douleur Exquise

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Oh how the dawn breaks in crisp autumn air,
How a resplendent angel sleeps without care.
How fancy shakes tortured souls, laid bare.
Her every breath brings me to my knees.
Le Douleur Exquise.

Fickle Fates continue their divinity game,
How luscious the feeling to know your name.
How sublime an embrace, that knows no shame.
Her every look like leaves on my trees.
Le Douleur Exquise.

Sweet caresses, dead of night or soft morn,
Crystal eyes twinkle, reflecting no scorn.
Lambent grazes along nape and neck newborn.
Her every touch glances deep mysteries.
Le Douleur Exquise.

Whither then – shouting inexorable vocation,
Silky brown skin, an irresistible temptation.
Is it sin? Feels like a divine incantation.
Her every kiss opens a door with no keys.
Le Douleur Exquise.

Oh how crepescular dusk fades to black,
How quickly a star fades not coming back.
How wanton, elusive magic knows no lack.
I ask you, dear Muse, to no longer freeze.
Le Douleur Exquise.