buzz at the thought
I know: I mustn’t touch,
Must wait for the wedding night,
But oh! How can I when you
Burn so bright,
When all I can think of is you.
I’ll hope my wings aren’t singed
In your beauty and that
This night can go on forever.
Your coy smile, your gentle humming
That leads me to your shipwreck of
I must. I must. I must
Touch your flaming beauty
Just Once –