while my guitar gently weeps

lady of the tiger tattoo,
i, the lonesome hunter in queue,
bathe your toes, obscenely straining,
a beleaguered virtue waning
while my guitar gently weeps, i
should scold desire, but hearts deny
seekers trapped by your auburn waves
do meet their ends in many caves

beautybetrayaldesirelustmetaphorlay

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