The Very Third Night Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Very Third Night
It was the first open mouthed
Kiss I’d had in seven years,
On the very third night of our
Gift giving
While her lord was at play;
And it was all she gave me;
And it was all that she took from me;
And it was almost enough
To kill me.
Monday, March 22, 2010
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5/4/2024 2:42:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a kiss - so sweet in the extreme!