I would like for my lady
To follow me on a walk up this hill
The path is neither rough
Nor the scenery very still
And when we shall reach the peak
We would share an embrace
And the kiss we both seek
We would spend all morning
Beside each other atop the hill
On the way back I just might push my lady
To seek some long-awaited thrill
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Poison Berries
PoésieA series of SHORT poems written to appease the darker souls...
