Love had always been a dressing

She could wear upon her sleeve

Never asking her to open

Never leaving her to grieve


Yet when his eyes bored deep within in her

She now seemed to have no choice

She could feel its waves inside her

He could hear it in her voice


Now as they stood still and staring

Yearning as they never had

All they were was being offered

Two should finally unclad

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