Household Gods by Aleister Crowley
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CRASSUS.
Your mouth is like some god's It burns and blooms With fire unheard of, with unguessed perfumes. O let me kiss you! ALICIA. So you stop my song! [She ceases the tune.] CRASSUS. There is another song. ALICIA. You do me wrong. For you love Adela! CRASSUS. By God, girl, no! I love Alicia. ALICIA. Ah! you love her SO! [She laughs] CRASSUS. Your laugh is shocking - why do you mock me, dear? ALICIA. Because you will not guess my secret here. But - put your arms about my neck, and swar You love me, and will always keep them there. |
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