There she is again,
and even prettier today,
In her woolen coat
she looks so warm, petite and fey;
Maybe she will
bleat her scorn and send me on my way,
Can she even guess
the wicked game I wish to play?
Should I whisper
softly to her, make my feelings known?
surround her and she's never on her own;
As I watch her, I
feel love, and soon that love has grown,
Surely I won't have
to spend another night alone?
quite this much has never hit before,
Feel the need for
her in every breath, in every pore;
Why am I reluctant?
Will she think me such a bore?
Walk straight up
and grab her, she's the one that I adore!
This forbidden love
is scorned, they say it isn't right,
Yes, she may be
tiny, underage and very tight;
That is why I'm
clandestine, and get my thrill at night,
Got her! Oh, a
feisty girl, she's putting up a fight!
Back across the
paddocks to my little hut I creep,
She'll be quite
okay, I mean, she didn't even weep;
Now I've had my way
with her and I can get to sleep,
tomorrow, and my lovely flock of sheep!
MY SERIES OF POEMS:
SEVEN DEADLY SINS