Ses Bisous
SES BISOUS
...................... and then he kissed her
A wistful taste that daily she began to crave
Her lips rouge with bruises only kisses give
Little telltale signs of puckered pinkness lips hide
His yen she feels, though in check he tries to keep
And the kisses so few as he ponders if time be right
Instead of making good use of the time there be
He wonders yet still if she sees what his eyes tell
Forgetting a lady would never be so brash
To assume sigils from a man yet unclear
His kisses so chaste and bashful they make
That she fears if in truth she's doing it right
Breathless and shaken, unsure what next to do
And ever so shy to even look at him.
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