With my adoring eyes on fire,
My oldest flame,
Believe,
If only once,
While in the ring of circus,
For many,
Many years
I am your beast to tame.
All people look at us,
We are
In their focus.
Being clad in golden suit,
With an eternal smile
Stuck to your stunning face,
You're beautiful as ever,
High boots,
A cracking whip
But only in a while,
And there's
A wedding ring,
A promise not to sever.
Next, when they set afire
The jumping ring,
I rush
Through it,
Subduing fear.
Then,
Overcome with gladness,
When your caressing hand
Begins to touch,
To brush,
To tousle my mane.
Oh, moments of sheer madness!
And,
In the dark,
I used to meet
My nightly guests
That come into my cage
Disguised by your appearance:
The burning ring -
Your red-hot lips
And swinging breasts,
And
Muttering of yours,
Its tender incoherence.

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