My thoughts have not departed from her grace,
Talking through the night, as the lateness grows,
My first morning thought was upon her face,
Yet in flesh, a beauty I do not know.
The newness has not yet been washed away,
It lingers here like the heat of summer,
Of matrimony I have not once prayed,
Still a moment with her I do wonder.
I would like to hear the song of her voice,
Behold the sight of her womanly stride,
The sway of her limbs as she laughs and points,
And the touch of her flesh, with hand in mine.
Thank you for your time, and attention paid,
Let us continue, with no sense of shame.
Have My Truths
The Conundrum of Venus and Mars
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