No-one ever told me they had passions Dreams of screaming in the night They were lace and velvet wrapped Dry goods set upon 'reached racks So I botched the first I fetched one How was I to know they wanted kisses When I'd been taught to woo with words What class covered covering her waiting mouth I can't imagine that I missed a lesson But can't argue that I failed the test How many times do they rehearse it Lucky pillows smeared with vibrant red Pretending it's a horseman fresh from battle Or a musician's grizzled long-haired head Dreams and fevers poured upon their lonely beds I walked in never knowing Assuming chivalry and light would guide my path Day on day I sat beside her Waiting for a sign of favour A kerchief dropped my highest hope As days passed she grew colder Words came sharper, anger hotter I lost hope knew not what to do I'd gone as far as man might press Pursuing suit with genteel girl I never thought to push it farther Never thought to be the churl Force my dark forbidden passions On the flowering gentle maiden Sitting by the glass-still pool Now I know from knowing women Full of juice and zest for life They dream dark dreams just as I Where the lace and velvet fall off And the screams caress the night Yet what difference does it make now I still can never press upon a lady But I tell myself, short of forcing her to bed Perhaps a kiss might be accepted Might keep the pillows from turning red
Please link, don't copy.
This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2005