A black angel maiden how quaint
More like a Succubus made to taint
Such a sinful embrace
And you stuck by it till the last taste
A poem in which a lady lies, tell me more day or night
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A black angel maiden how quaint More like a Succubus made to taint Such a sinful embrace And you stuck by it till the last taste A poem in which a lady lies, tell me more day or night