The Other Woman
What forbidden fruits I vie
Offered on a golden thigh,
Calves and sculptured feet
More gentle, more smooth and firm.
A fleeting smile and glance
Softer words and fuller lips
Brighter eyes and giving touch,
A ready ripefullness to merge,
And come together,
Is not for us.
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