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