Sunday, July 30, 2017

Only This And Nothing More

Mature Content

1
rap thrice upon the window,
scare me half to death,
make a rude gesture,
then continue on your path;

forget when I slighted,
your fault begat your due,
I didn't pay for piperage,
I gave what did ensue.

2
rap thrice on the window,
and I'll open up a pane,
squeeze yourself betwixt
the glass and the frame,

come quietly inside,
disappear between the sheets,
and when I come to bed
guide me under your pleats.

3
rap thrice, tap tap tap,
when I've stayed up late,
but I know the cost,
and it's definitely not your place.


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