to her acme..

chiming moans in her sleep

her wraith of the pharaoh,and

his chatelaine,beauteous Amunet as fair Amenardis in

her pallid,arab made guile,much naked,

scented oil from her bosom,nipples protruded

against the Syrian linen

hands outstreched,under her maine,

yellowest dreams,in her naked egyptian moor

unfastened brooches,over her bare skin,
her Amulet chained,midst
her carcass of vile jewellery 
atop her breasts.

her luscious self 'bove heaven's gates,

fragments of her desire,lued to her dreams,

his majesty stroking those magnificent domes.

and summer's chalice,of heavenly syrup

drank,till indulgence of more recompence,

makes her chide within her again.

near she comes,to her acme.

the gashing waters of nile,lingering

for his smiling vessel.it comes,

splashing through the wakened waters..

and herself reaching through beyond her spread.

gasps of after-thought,revels she in her visions

it cease to leave,done its work..

she caress herself in her trance,

and within her moistened self

resorts back,to a drained night..

leaves her dreams for another while.