Timing Is Everything
The moon was full
Your lips were too
I nearly swooned
Anticipating you
Your perfume's scent
My senses bent
You moved, you swayed
My desire engaged
I reached for your heart
Then it all fell apart
I'd moved too fast
For unripened love to last
Timing is everything, the philosophers say
I'd picked the wrong time, a high price I'd paid
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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