CHIAROSCURO
I met a plum-hued Venus late one night,Live specimen of pure Egyptian art.The regal amplitude of tropic zones,Their rich luxuriance breathed on her faceAnd radiated from her clothed form.Her eyes shone with that lustful brilliancyOf eyes of jungle prowlers who at nightA-sniffling and a-growling hunt for mates.Her mellow, soft and sing-song voice was whisp’ringEnticing promises of untold joysTo taste of in this paradise of jet.Alas! the curse of value, price and profitIndelibly was branded on her brow,The brow that ages past was of a savage.Oh! thou hast conquered glorious Christian progress.
I met a plum-hued Venus late one night,Live specimen of pure Egyptian art.The regal amplitude of tropic zones,Their rich luxuriance breathed on her faceAnd radiated from her clothed form.Her eyes shone with that lustful brilliancyOf eyes of jungle prowlers who at nightA-sniffling and a-growling hunt for mates.Her mellow, soft and sing-song voice was whisp’ringEnticing promises of untold joysTo taste of in this paradise of jet.Alas! the curse of value, price and profitIndelibly was branded on her brow,The brow that ages past was of a savage.Oh! thou hast conquered glorious Christian progress.
I met a plum-hued Venus late one night,Live specimen of pure Egyptian art.The regal amplitude of tropic zones,Their rich luxuriance breathed on her faceAnd radiated from her clothed form.
I met a plum-hued Venus late one night,
Live specimen of pure Egyptian art.
The regal amplitude of tropic zones,
Their rich luxuriance breathed on her face
And radiated from her clothed form.
Her eyes shone with that lustful brilliancyOf eyes of jungle prowlers who at nightA-sniffling and a-growling hunt for mates.
Her eyes shone with that lustful brilliancy
Of eyes of jungle prowlers who at night
A-sniffling and a-growling hunt for mates.
Her mellow, soft and sing-song voice was whisp’ringEnticing promises of untold joysTo taste of in this paradise of jet.
Her mellow, soft and sing-song voice was whisp’ring
Enticing promises of untold joys
To taste of in this paradise of jet.
Alas! the curse of value, price and profitIndelibly was branded on her brow,The brow that ages past was of a savage.Oh! thou hast conquered glorious Christian progress.
Alas! the curse of value, price and profit
Indelibly was branded on her brow,
The brow that ages past was of a savage.
Oh! thou hast conquered glorious Christian progress.