I Envy The Woman Whose Lips Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

i envy the woman whose lips
your ample mouth has gently kissed
whose very look enslaves your soul
i ponder yet all i have missed


i envy her still whose arms
press you to her breasts so tenderly
who shares your secret hopes and dreams
and keeps your fire burning steadily


i envy the woman whose bed
your long lean body slumbers in
forgive my heart*s dear love desires
that which others consider a sin


i envy the woman i don*t even know
who possesses what i can only desire
to be empowered by someone so fine
i envy her body - her soul on fire