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As always rest thee in my hand a warmth,
a skin as rich to smell as to my touch,
and to my eye an evergreen delight,
as close thy whorls of mystery unfold
and thou art known again as thee unique.

With softened mouth against thy rigid tip
I suck again the changing taste of thee
and deem thy nearly silent sigh and gasp
acceptance of my worship of thy heat.
But stay thee now and be not soon consumed.

Thy curves and folds still unexplored be;
and night still young leaves time for subtle probes.

Attend with me the clutter of the day,
In patient stillness let me finish tasks
Too urgent now---and strident nags indeed.
I will return to thee without delay;
Within me, too, thy glowing embers burn.