Tis most unkind, to steal a heart
with glimpse of flesh, teasing smile.
A spell she casts, her lover's art,
in pause of time, to beguile.
With parted lips, she doth invite
a taste so sweet, from her kiss.
A lover's dance, in dark of night
shows such love, what pleasure is.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:51 AM UTC
Tis most unkind, to steal a heart
with glimpse of flesh, teasing smile.
A spell she casts, her lover's art,
in pause of time, to beguile.
With parted lips, she doth invite
a taste so sweet, from her kiss.
A lover's dance, in dark of night
shows such love, what pleasure is.
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