Perched on the edge

hand resting just so

eyes looking backward, dare not to show

deep longings for you left lone and unmet

bare from chin to deep between my breast

my flesh craving your sweet caress

perchance you hand may come to rest upon my upturned and waiting breast

an open heart for love laid bare

waiting and wanting, dressed and draped

fearful that mourning my life will take

paled by your absence on this night

 

and what say you for kindness sake

as yet another young lass you take

 

 

 

 

 

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