Madonna of the Cello: Poems

Madonna of the Cello: Poems

Madonna of the Cello: Poems

Madonna of the Cello: Poems

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Soft Answers

Her wraithful turnings and her soft answers head

Me off. The easiest allusion of her hips,

No matter how well spoken for, soon slips

Her mind. I ask her long blonde braids where they

lead,

Hold them over her head, and let them fall.

Even her breasts' tactfully gathered favor

Can't hold my hand's attention forever.

Lazy as her love is, I have my hands full

With her, letting every beauty she owns

Slip through my tongue and fingers, still hoping

For the whole of her, soon closing and opening

Like a giant heart toying with my bones.

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