Don't throw
your love away,
I heard her say
one day.
She was sitting in a chair
with moonlight in her hair,
brushing her fingers
through the long locks
giving me looks.
I give no love away;
I spend it wisely,
I replied
(although I knew
I lied).
Real love is not
to be wasted,
she said
with a slight toss
of her head,
then went and lay
on the bed, and lying
back down on the bed,
indicated I lay
beside her
if I dare
or if cared to;
(I hesitated
what to do).
I won't bite,
she said.
I took in
the nightdress
she wore:
a dull red.
Not what I heard,
I told her.
She smiled
(the kind of smile
to drive me wild).
Well come try;
don't be shy,
she uttered
looking at me
temptingly
(silly me).
Do I dare?
(the T.S. Eliot poem
came to mind).
Come on,
she said,
don't keep me
waiting alone.
I stood looking at her
lying there:
do I dare to
eat a peach?
Or **** her fruits?
Taste my ware,
she said
with a slight shake
of her head.
Not sure,
I replied.
She lay back
and sighed:
don't throw
your love away,
I heard her say,
let me be
your testing ground.
I gazed at her
taking in her soft fruits,
but made no sound.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
Don't throw
your love away,
I heard her say
one day.
She was sitting in a chair
with moonlight in her hair,
brushing her fingers
through the long locks
giving me looks.
I give no love away;
I spend it wisely,
I replied
(although I knew
I lied).
Real love is not
to be wasted,
she said
with a slight toss
of her head,
then went and lay
on the bed, and lying
back down on the bed,
indicated I lay
beside her
if I dare
or if cared to;
(I hesitated
what to do).
I won't bite,
she said.
I took in
the nightdress
she wore:
a dull red.
Not what I heard,
I told her.
She smiled
(the kind of smile
to drive me wild).
Well come try;
don't be shy,
she uttered
looking at me
temptingly
(silly me).
Do I dare?
(the T.S. Eliot poem
came to mind).
Come on,
she said,
don't keep me
waiting alone.
I stood looking at her
lying there:
do I dare to
eat a peach?
Or **** her fruits?
Taste my ware,
she said
with a slight shake
of her head.
Not sure,
I replied.
She lay back
and sighed:
don't throw
your love away,
I heard her say,
let me be
your testing ground.
I gazed at her
taking in her soft fruits,
but made no sound.
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