When Four Lips…

When four lips press in pints of love,
Four hands grab gallons more;
When four ears welcome roarings of
Desire’s seas a-pour;
When inner mountains move and shake
Volcanic up four eyes,
The plain of life is wide awake,
Nor star nor sun need rise.

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