Manliness incarnate, right here in my arms
how did that happen?
After all, locked doors are locked
dancing backwards I only see the door
no Adonis, nobody like him
except in the air, rich on fragrances
there he is, a golden faun, sharp as a beam
cuts through doors and walls
makes his way everywhere when invited
oh yes, invited he was, as fauns are
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