Wanton KissesA Chapter by ConstanceOh, there was life in those wanton kisses...I gave freely of my wanton kisses Yet a dream I could not ever replace The fool knows not what he misses
Having left home for a box of wishes Chasing but a glimpse of a pretty face Bearing hope of her frigid kisses
Cruel vanity caught him in her pinches Oh, I can never match her beauteous grace And therefore, I shall not be his Misses
Futile tears fall like summertime drenches To my bodice of inferior lace For memory is not all we made with kisses
I wonder if she really gives him blisses That from his thoughts my memory erase- Until only I our brief love misses
Inside my womb are tremblings and swishes Made by the child of my only disgrace OH, there was life in those wanton kisses The fool knows not what he misses
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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