Of all the things which tempt me, I’ll remember..., by Vladimir Markov and Merrill Sparks Of all the things which tempt me, I’ll remember /
No, not your body - rippling like a spring, /
And not your crimson smile with its wet shimmer / ...
Oh, no, not your waist, though it be so..., by R. H. Morrison Oh, no, not your waist, though it be so /
Tender and lively, will I save from your /
Temptations, not the moist shine of crimson /
Smiles, the c...