PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Your blossomed adolescence has commenced,

and yet your smooth voice has not broke or dropped;

and your desires are not stonewalled or fenced;

and my attraction to you is not stopped.

Beneath your long, auburn curls in cascade

(that no knave trademan's sheers have ever cropped),

your tender circlets are coyly displayed,

to be kissed and caressed without surcease

until your sweetness has achieved release.

But others call:  a drama to be played---

dramatic truth, despite playwrights' conceit;

after a parting kiss, you must join them.

Later, beneath your costume gown's long hem,

I glimpse your tease---those unshod stockinged feet.

Starward

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