Barefoot and barelimbed-
Seeing you wear nothing
But the ring I adore
Upon your finger.
You could not be more perfect.
Just stand there.
Let me look at you for a time,
Make love to you with my eyes.
I long to reach out and touch you again.
To put a new ring on a new finger.
Then live.
Then love again.
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