i am touching my lips gently
contemplating lines for story
which dawned to naughty smile
i have been distracted awhile
maybe i should ask her for one
cause for eons we haven't done
i open dormant easterly window
to my surprised sky is so blue
would it not for desire to please
i'm alone nurturing in darkness
i'm neither sad nor very happy
to hear you it brings back me
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