Shame, Shame

Much have I kissed in places I could not, and many other given days Your stillness scared me By learning I have done it wrong again; I want you to tell me how to please you, Being proud of me for a new good lover And create in this circle of hesitation Only me I shall reign. But I try you again Having you with what I bound along the way; The young woman who are going to ask me for more; Which from a height of making love to you It is not enough upon man’s eyes. I do not want to see a heart softly standing apart From those singles puffy roses I behold, And when all the fall takes over some pleasant road, I just want you to reach me out and honor me with the last day For an ****** of a dry spring eventually it will vanish Again all the way.