Read "Exotic Memory" at The Eldritch Dark:
Once again we have a sonnet from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) that he attributed to the pseudonym Christophe des Laurières. As with many of the other des Laurières poems, this one is quite saucy, especially in the closing lines:
And all the night's black temple walled our tryst,
Where, with libations and with liturgies,
We served the burning altars of desire.
I like the approach that CAS took in attributing this batch of naughty poems to a pseudonym, allowing the mysterious des Laurières to take on the persona of a rake and a hedonist. Perhaps a bit of role-playing on CAS' part?