lacy things and whispered kisses
Oh, would that I could speak of love
Of passion and of red high heels
Of lacy things and whispered kisses
But if I did all would be memory
Soft twinges teasing a timid heart
A shadow cast on a distant stage
And yet I speak for love remains
Weary eyes and veined hands
Searching in a darkened warmth
For lacy things and whispered kisses
For passion without red high heels
Oh, would that I could speak of love
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2024
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