Nymphography

Betwixt an echo the night tide dawns

As the nighthawks crow hushed serenades

From behind many a veiled barricades

Swayed I am as wicked symphonies spawn


Unannounced temptation had visited

When a Syrian beauty caught my eye

From the base of my breath faltered a sigh

Upon my senses addiction riveted


Vibrant she gleamed an aria of colour

Crafty she bewildered a sea of men

Blinded by lust distraught they descended


To the cadence of perplexity they wuthered

Between her thighs they tasted of yen

As to prominence she transcended