Love in solitude

The temptation of man
made you touch my hair
with misty words,
kissing my slender neck

with sensual tenderness,
you said I was pretty;
that sublime emotion
of intoxicating pleasure;

tasting the charmed bliss
of pleasure’s sweet breast,
until innocence was lost
as I fell under the moonlight,

eyes closed, seduced by the snare
of love’s romantic notions
whenever you touched me,
I thought of poetry;

giving myself to dreams
of a lover’s gentle sigh,
the moon is now low
as I think of love in solitude.


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