Lift your eyes, modest lady.
Reticent, sidelong
glances faintly reflect
the direction of your
Concealed intent -
to lure or reject.
Raise your skirt, modest lady.
Reveal your
lovely milky thigh,
not enough to show
your secrets, just enough
To tease my eye.
Beneath your chaste mantle,
what wasted beauty
lies unseen, unshown?
Behind your coy demeanor,
what joy is lost
we both might have known?
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