<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mount Of Venus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, yonder where, ah, my angel virgin! <br>The seed of my romantic origin.<br>Why the lesser lime cordiale and gin<br>When I’ve your jars of ambrosial fountain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweet nothings with me you warmly share<br>The romantic murmurs you whisper bare<br>The arcana with sweet moans you divulge<br>The tickling ruminations we indulge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wow, the seductive notes you bill and coo<br>Leave me with little chance but you to woo<br>And your aphorisms of love intense - <br>A virile potion to my lyric sense</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never we’ve seen each other even once<br>Yet vibes and waves and mystifying breeze<br>Connect us both as if by a séance<br>Of torrid telepathy that could please</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are you, Love, chosen by Aphrodite<br>To waft in the dainty divine bounty<br>Of sensuous and sensual delights<br>To fill this world with amatory lights? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s bit cryptic - exactly you dwell where<br>You inhere in the ether e’erywhere? <br>My Angelina, your Mount of Venus<br>May ceaselessly cathect my afflatus</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Dec 24,2009: : Lincoln, Ne, USA]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=AtreyaSarma+Uppaluri">AtreyaSarma Uppaluri</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564405" data-title="Mount Of Venus de AtreyaSarma Uppaluri" data-description="Oh, yonder where, ah, my angel virgin! The seed of my romantic origin. Why the lesser lime cordiale and gin When I’ve your jars of ambrosial fountain? The sweet nothings with me you warmly share The romantic murmurs you whisper bare The arcan..."></div> </div> </div>

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