Love Letter To Marion
Frustration is a sign of desire it's true.
I can reach out but not touch you.
I can strain to see but have not sight of you.
I try to remember your beautiful face.
Yet am unable well to trace.
I want to hear your pretty voice.
Beyond all that I want you to know,
my love for you is no choice.
Oh how I yearn for your breasts and kisses.
To answer your god sent missives.
Being with you I owe no remises.
Knowing with your pa we'll have reminisces.
I Hector and you Chryseis
I monsieur and you my missus.
Under The Lord we need no politesses.
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