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BIANCA: 2. BENEDICTINE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The benedictine scents and stains
Last Line: Your lips that suck my soul away!
Subject(s): Passion

The Benedictine scents and stains
The languor of your pallid lips;
My kiss shall be a bee that sips
A fainting roseleaf flushed with rains.

I thirst, and yet my thirst increases
With draining deep and deeper kisses;
The odour of your breath releases
Desires that dream of deeper blisses.

And on my lips your lips now pressed
Cling moist and close; your lips begin
Devouringly to gather in
Your kisses that my lips possessed.

The odour of your breath releases
Wafts of intoxicating blisses;
Yet still my thirst of you increases,
I thirst beneath your thirsty kisses.

No kisses more, this perilous day,
Or, tempting, tempt me not in yain:
This day I dare not taste again
Your lips that suck my soul away!

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