Reading Love Poems
I read poems
To my love
By poets past
Of affections timeless
But then those dusty words
Turned heated;
I must confess, I blushed;
I desisted, wherefore he
Did insist on explanation
I refused, and refused again
When he did prompt me read it
But then in his eyes was poetry
And no more were words needed
Author's Note: Do not be deceived, 18th century poetry can be GRAPHIC
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