She lay basking, the sun on her face;
Her limbs moved with a langorous grace,
In lascivious ways,
To get more of its rays
On another, more intimate place.
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She lay basking, the sun on her face;
Her limbs moved with a langorous grace,
In lascivious ways,
To get more of its rays
On another, more intimate place.