Thursday, November 5, 2020

A Wooded Night

 A Wooded Night

Her lips wore rouge like apples turning red
lustrous with hints of what's hidden inside
Hair of multi colours save one blond thread
and yellow sun dress with one strap untied
Shoes more like hiking boots than fancy heels
laces loose and sock tops above the shaft
A smile so light the come hither reveals
her want of attentions within each draught
We often met in haste on moonless night
aware that time and place were not our friend
For our love need conceive before first light
and she to home must quickly prior wend

My love for her knew no bounds nor limit
nor could her mother's screams near inhibit

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