The life-blood cord, transformed to shrivelled purse,
Shrunk in a cosy dingle-dell,
Erotic turns in pink pubescent years:
A talisman to spin a spell.
Alluring jewellery once nestled there
- Salomé’s graced the silver screen -
Today, the young men gloat while old men stare
At midriffs bare where gems had gleamed.
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