The Girl Next Door
The Girl Next Door
The baby breeze blew briskly
Like the swiftness of a light limb,
Caressing my lonesome heart,
As it bore her voice nigh: quest of hearts.
I looked through the silk curtain
Obstruenting my view of the silken.
She was in her night gown: cruel bikini.
The swell of her breast, a calling fountain.
I wanted to dash into the waves,
Get locked up in its coziness.
But, she pulled the curtain over again:
The girl next door just never cares.
Return I then to my cushion again disappointed,
With a tortured hope: perhaps, she feels same bout me.
19:06:28:19:22
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. The girl next Door
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