December 18, 2013

 

 

Dear temptress of my soul, I cry

as with sorrow, I bade thee goodbye.

You warmed my heart with love so hot.

My inhibitions, I soon forgot.

 

Oh temptress at my bending knee,

no more can I afford your fee.

I cannot see you anymore,

for soon I will have, children four.

 

Forever you will always be,

my calming ride on a tempestuous sea.

And when weary grow my eyes at night,

I will dream of you until morning light.

 

 

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