Greek Revival ©

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Rhodope, Melite and Rhodoklea contested/to see who possessed/the best quim/I was the judge/and like those three famous seraphs/they stood naked/damp with wine

Between Rhodope’s thighs/gleamed the one eye/like a rosepatch cut/by a foaming stream/and Melite’s/like watered silk/between frills folded/an aching dark

while Rhodoklea’s/was like clear glass/its wet surface/like a newly-minted temple carving

But I knew what Paris suffered for his choosing/so I at once did the honors/to all three angels

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