Yes, wide-eyed innocence was her intent:
like Salome, she had her own agenda;
young, sure: her smile, even her teeth were tender,
and waving hips her winning argument.

In loving her was danger seldom seen:
Her kisses so inflamed my ardent sex
That muscular control and pure reflex
Might crush her like an egg in ways obscene.

Yet now her gentle fingers soothe my brow
And even gentler still, she’ll bathe my head
With ungents sweet and cooling, balms of ice
and sharpened blades like feathers smooth entice
and tempt me with such sweetness into bed
that I shall sleep for shearing even now.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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