More, Oh, More
Once there was a Young girl,
in a chateau on the top of a hill,
quiescent on the grass meadow,
hidden by the sun’s shadow
saying: “No more, oh no more…”
When the wind knocked her door,
Knocking not once, but four,
She bruised her dark long hair,
embraced by her absent pair ,
saying:”No more, oh no more…”
She danced under the cold rain,
praying for the night when
her undressed chest will nest
another heart in similar unrest
saying now “More, Oh, more”
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