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