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Form: Ivorian Sonnet 38
I want to be the one holding your hand
While strolling along the summer night strand
Just like they did then in those bygone days
When a reserved kiss was saying goodnight
And eyes would speak as they went their own ways
Was it just a kiss he left on her lips?
And is lust and sex a new invention
Those practiced hands unfastening the clips
I sure love had more than we dare mention
Untightening the fabric and whalebone stays
Revealing her skin as he held her hips
But was such pleasure then a contraband
If honourable was his intention
Then love would never deny such delight
©JG Farmer 2020
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