The wise woman sat on laurels harsh.
Took a little breathing time.
Wanted not to ****** his soul.
To take away his dreams.
Unused to feelings pure.

Wanted to offer nothing unkind.
Not wanting swing through his troubled mind.
Desire not to tease his brain.
Wanted to wrap his body in her tender arms.
While sharing poets glory held tight in his arms.

Olivia Kent 2013