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She taps upon my windowpane This nubile vixen, this spring rain Enticing me with moistened kiss To join her now or be remiss Thus, does she whet my appetite Awakens me at dawns first light Soft sounds that bid an ancient soul Come join me now and be made whole So I arise as barefoot boy Her warm spring kisses on my face The tearful melancholy joy Of moments I let time erase ©11/9/2022

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Date: 11/9/2022 6:02:00 PM
FAVE, John. The sustained metaphor and imagery is bliss. You've shot a bullseye here, in my book. Thanks, Gershon
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John lawless
Date: 11/10/2022 4:04:00 AM
Thanks Gershon, I appreciate the kind words and the fave and your continued interest in my postings.