w-y-s-f: d–ivinyls:And, like a ripe moon out of flimsy clouds, Blossoms the shining fulness
w-y-s-f: d–ivinyls: And, like a ripe moon out of flimsy clouds, Blossoms the shining fulness of your breast. These curves conceal, this dear perfection shrouds A soft, miraculous nest…. ~Louis Untermeyer, “Ivory and Rose” -- source link