My Love An Anacreontic Couplet Work
Like a pale red running rose
Are the cheeks of my love, his nose
After he has walked a mile
Thinking of me all the while
At the opened door a kiss
His heart melts with the sheer bliss
Then the children gather round
Screams, laughter, those joyous sounds
Hugs and kisses, lets go play
Hopes of sex, delayed that day
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