If I can not first touch you,
With words I pick...
Just for you and you alone to hear,
What makes you think...
Giving to you my heart to feel,
Will leave me the receiver...
Of your willingness to be charitable?
I am in no desperate need.
Although I will admit,
You have me sitting on the edge of it.
I am not in it to await your donations.
However...
I am in it to benefit all of what you offer.
And...
With a stripping away,
From any pretense you intend...
To leave me unsuspecting,
Your feelings to protect I will not detect.
I've aged to know what a good taste of wine is.
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