Ships That Pass
He said "Don't you miss a man's touch?"
On reflection I had to admit as much.
Thus with my defences down,
he proceeded to erase my frown.
With teasing words and jolly banter,
until convulsed in raucous laughter.
The games we play with senses heightened.
I thought I might, but again I mightn't.
Burned too often, bitten twice.
His offer 'though, it sounded nice.
A man's touch indeed I miss.
That intimate, tingling first kiss.
In the end common sense prevailed.
On into the night his ship sailed.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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