I see you wearing ringlets, in a pretty dress;
your skirt is more the shape than the cloth.
And your tiny blouse expertly contains
what my longing wishes free…
You are beautiful, my dear – let none say otherwise.
I write you poems, but it’s not enough;
I would rather feel your curves
than this smooth, white paper under my fingers.
your skirt is more the shape than the cloth.
And your tiny blouse expertly contains
what my longing wishes free…
You are beautiful, my dear – let none say otherwise.
I write you poems, but it’s not enough;
I would rather feel your curves
than this smooth, white paper under my fingers.