Zoe: After George Gordon, Lord Byron: Romantic, Pre-Raphaelite, Decadence, Aestheticism, Walter Pater: Erotic Poetry

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Zoe
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Zoe
POEM
BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading
erotic poet free for download
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Gamahucher press west geelong
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Victoria 2024 P.1, Jan Baptiste Huysmans(1826 - 1906),

The Moorish Boudoir)P.2 Théodore Chassériau - Moorish Woman
Leaving the Bath in the Seraglio P.3 ean-Joseph Benjamin-Constant ,
French painter (1845–1902) P.6 The Favorite of the Emir, 1879 is a
painting by Jean Joseph Benjamin
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N so what be this
Zoe well it not be a

proem that doth lick the ass
of all those with high esteem
Why say I tthis well
history hast been writ by
those elites that doest like to
see their values themselves
mirrored inst what they see
or read or hear we seeth this
inst operas fromst
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Monteverdi thru Mozart to

most recent times these be
But mirrors reflecting back
the faces of all those that
feel superior to the masses
who canst be But only
shown inst comedies fromst
Shakespeare to Rossini the
Marriage of Figaro But
we see the lofty elite inst the
Magic Flute andst Don
Giovanni andst those plays
of satire of that great
Wilde where he took the
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mickey out of they elites

andst laughed inst their face
ast they laugh But not see
the joke onst these Ohh
howeth so sweet But we
note these elites forget their
maids andst accessories that
wipe their ass for they be of
no account no value only
their utilities so we hear
fromst these high things
naught of their maids
accessories nothing naught
of their love their suffering
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so this be a proem of one of

those forgot one of those
inconsequent lot of no
account forgot her voice lost
no ripple of her soul be told
till now how many such shes
fromst history ersed Ahh
But Dearest recieter we
know fromst our reading
who they be But I be not
chauvinistic for e’en men
hast been forgot poor Paolo
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PREFACE Ahh with wit I

doth fayne But try to tell to give with mine
voice what doth be But pities case to give
But voice to all those shes whose voice naught
one doth tell who dwell inst a place forgot
banish no sight upon her face her hart soft of
love Yet naught doth tell of those wallflowers
inst bowers hid that naught attract interest for
all doth But shower attention onst those
Dames of high pretention that history doth
But always proclaim But indifferent to those
of low worth of no gain we hear of Beatrice
Stella Laura The Dark Lady Francesca
of Rimini or that Donna of Don Alfonso
whose Antonia all forget or again of Haidée
But no voice tells of the voice of their maids
for all history be But of the low indifferent
for poets be elites and singeth of their patrons
at their feet who buy their sycophantic sheets
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Ohh the misery for those shes to be

outshone by those other shes to be invisible
to all those hes that thee doth love desire
lust or just long to be with perhaps ast friend
a wall flower be thee to long But to be inst
the dark midst the glow the shining of other
shes to be eclipsed by the sun of others
that catch the eyes of others andst not thee
whenst that he thee doth long for doth pass
thee by without a look for of thee he doth
not e’en see But only that other that doth
keep thee invisible alone But long to be
seen to exist But none doth look eclipsed
by those shes thee doth live inst an eternity
of misery andst invisibility
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Mine eyes to thee went to thee

andst Ohh didst I But Ohh didst
see fromst thy eyes burst to bloom
orange blossoms with that scent of
seduction upon the kiss of thy eyes
saffron flowers irruptions didst
But flow fromst those eyes that
didst But shower upon I
Marigolds that didst But But
swim inst Ohh those eyes brimmed
with the waters of Damascus rose
Where But didst my soul o’erflow
upon the wings of love that didst I
my hart to bring all my longing all
those things all that love canst bring
mine hart says perfumed inst those
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blooms of Fez that fromst thy eyes

doth upon the soul of I doth spread
andst Yet within the shadows of
that she doth I spend within the
purple gloom an accessory a maid to
she that hovers o’er thee inst the
room whilst I canst But only look
fromst the shadows uponst thee to
Dream to Dream of what cant be
for Ohh for that she doth love thee
ast doth I But to only look upon
thee inst that shes cast-off finery
cast-off dresses inst my slavery of
irrelevancy to she andst Ohhh Ohh
andst to also he that doth not e’en
notice me But only she that be 1 or
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2 maybe years younger thanst me

Ahh But Ahh didst mine eyes to
thy eyes didst fly like that moth to
that flame andst inst thy eyes to
didst I to ecstasies didst But fly
andst inst thy eyes didst I inst a
flash inst a moment of bliss didst I
But die within that kiss of our eyes
though Ohh But hid within the
shadow of she unnoticed by he by he
that I met inst a kiss that filled my
nights with bliss where each night
before each day be long empty before
this for now hast I kissed andst
loved andst the nights of my days be
now But lit with light inst the sight
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of the eyes of thee Yet naught

naught nothing shallst be all hopeless
this love of I for thee for thee Ohhh
for doth not e’en see me inst this
gloom of the shadows cast by she
where I doth wither andst my love
be doomed Yet remember I that
beach that sand upon the sea shore
whenst we didst see thee cast up
upon the land who seemed drowned
who didst But clasp an oar andst
who didst But firstly see she with
that mouth so small who thee didst
But think found thee Ohh didst I
have woe whenst she thy forehead
pillowed onst that cheek so warm
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transparent full of love so apparent

to I andst Yet Ahh my hart didst
break ast didst I hear within the
shadows of she she sigh she sigh
inst unison with the sigh fromst thy
bosom that heaved upon the blossom
of her cheeks my ears perceived that
Ahh with wretchedness didst watch
I those throbs that didst But
drew fromst each of they those Ohh
so wretched sighs that didst fly
within that orange-perfumed –scented
air that didst But cloak our flesh
upon the sand so soft andst with
yellow glinting gleams that didst
kiss our eyes that to sparkle like
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stars ‘neath the gold beaming heating

burning Ohh so hot flaming sun that
didst But not out scorch that fire
that didst But ignite within my flesh
at Ohh at that sight of he the lips
of I pressed with heated delight
whilst the light fromst my eyes didst
But seem to flicker to dance upon
the waves tips ast lucent dew that
didst But mirror he those gleams to
But seem to be But flowery
blooms lit beneath my feet to weave
betwixt the toes of I bejewelled
with the flickering flashes of light
adrift upon the airs tangled within
the curls of mine hairs that lit silver
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fire to my flesh to caresses that he

encircled it didst But seem ‘neath
that sun around his flesh with the
flickering stars that didst But
fromst the light of mine eyes to
stream whilst I didst linger within
the shadow of she inst the dark hid
fromst he whilst she Ohh she didst
bathe inst the light golden kissed by
the sun whilst I be But nothing no
one to he But Ahh Ahh doth
remember I I andst thee andst she
inst that den inst Ohh that den
whenst I Yea I didst hear Yeaaa
didst hear I whenst I wast
something to he Yea to he didst I
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hear inst that den where didst his

face glow with brow of white andst
cheek dyed pure ast some rosy flesh
that didst flicker inst that twilight
wthin that den that didst upon his
lips Ohh still doth see I his lips
that didst But make us to sigh ast
upon his lips sweet flesh rose-petals
perfumed hued didst dance silver
light that fromst that dowry of
silver that didst flash within mine
curls that be thicker thanst that of
she But shorter be ast mine eyes
ast black that didst dart o’er he
those eyes that be But smaller
thanst those of she But But didst
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see more see more didst I see that

she wouldst n’er see for such
knowledge didst hast I of the world
that didst make I wiser thanst she
to see to see what she couldst not
But see for too young wast she Yet
Yet Ohh Ohh didst hear I
fromst his dreamless sleep didst
hear I fromst his lips Ohh fromst
his lips didst he my name let slip
andst ast didst I look back again
Yea again didst my name he again
proclaim I exist fromst the shadows
andst the gloom didst I materialize
upon my name that he didst Ohh
didst exclaim for he had noticed me
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e’en inst the shadows andst gloom

dressed inst the cast-off cloths of
she that hid me fromst he of me he
Didst But knew of me inst the
shadows of she me Yea didst he
view me Yet Yet inst that cooling
hour of purple twilight beneath that
sparry roof within that hollow hall
He didst Ohh he didst of I forget
clasped with hand within her hand
ast that sun didst fall below that
azure hill ast that rosy glow filled
that sky with that passion that
fromst my lips didst fly along the
tips of that sparkling sea whilst they
hand to hand skipped thru pebbles
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andst pearly shells to within that

place that be my hell where Ohh
upon their lips their souls didst
dwell inst lingering kiss inst that
bliss that shouldest be mine I
looked hid within the shadows Ohh
I looked andst inst that quiet that
virgin maid didst But take hold of
he that I inst my non-innocence didst
know that bliss of that kiss of those
lips of he I looked looked fromst the
shadows onst andst inst that quiet
didst hear I her sighs ast floating
clouds of pink rose tints didst inst
the sky to glow andst all didst I
hear wast her sighs rippling o’er
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those silver waves that glitter far

below within the quiet the insects
wings didst hum the wind didst blow
andst with each of their kiss mine
hart didst break inst the quiet within
the shadows the flowery blooms
rustled to her sighs ast mine tears
dripped upon the sand to sink beneath
within my hell the moon glowed
within their darting eyes ast fromst
my eyes I cried inst the quite I
looked fromst the shadows andst
heard her climax sigh whilst
starlight danced upon mine eyes that
dripped my tears that be But my
souls cry andst thenst fromst thenst
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inst hell didst I lie to watch to see

to look at they inst scenes of revelry
of happiness sublime dewed with
flowers along those crystal streams
that be their dreams But my my
Ohh living hell to see their feet
carpeted inst hues of crimson tints
of blues of velvet scarlet cushions
that be sun embossed inst gold that
didst shine inst those loving eyes of
they to see to watch such feet
bedecked inst gems that their eyes
didst out shine to flash inst mirrors
to glow upon tortoise shell to flicker
their eyes to see to flash inst love
upon damask silken blooms Ohh
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such living hell whilst they didst inst

heaven dwell Yet Ohh Yet all
things must But But pass andst
change doth ruffle all things for
thenst this opium dream of theirs
didst fade for the Sire of this maid
didst return andst of he sought to
make a slave she didst intercede
andst beg he to make him free Ohh
didst I long to leap andst bite that
Sire unto death with the venom of
my tiger teeth set inst his neck Ahh
But fromst the shadows couldst I
I only look ast he fought andst lost
andst layed inst his pool of blood
that that run around his limbs ast
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redy brooks fromst sabre cuts his

gashes didst out flood with blood
whenst bound he they andst to a
galliot didst imprison he inst darkest
room that couldst be found That to
which didst I sneak andst hide inst
the shadows that
Willst I follow he hid within the
shadows where he doth not see Yet
willst I follow he to lands end
andst to the end of time hid inst the
shadows willst I follow he for
Ohh for For Ohhh he called my
name inst his dreamless sleep so
willst I follow he to heaven or hells
deep

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Victoria 2024 P.1, Jan Baptiste Huysmans(1826 - 1906),

Zoe well it not be a

Monteverdi thru Mozart to

mickey out of they elites

so this be a proem of one of

PREFACE Ahh with wit I

Ohh the misery for those shes to be

Mine eyes to thee went to thee

blooms of Fez that fromst thy eyes

2 maybe years younger thanst me

of the eyes of thee Yet naught

transparent full of love so apparent

stars ‘neath the gold beaming heating

fire to my flesh to caresses that he

hear inst that den where didst his

see more see more didst I see that

e’en inst the shadows andst gloom

andst pearly shells to within that

those silver waves that glitter far

inst hell didst I lie to watch to see

such living hell whilst they didst inst

redy brooks fromst sabre cuts his

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