His silence yells at me, Telling me more than I dare know. His eyes tease and cajole me, Offering, unwittingly, what I daren't accept.
He is man and I am woman. In Adam and Eve's day that was enough. But the figleaf was replaced with decency And the title "lover" was born.
My silence boldly answers him, Caressing with my regrets. My eyes beg and smile sadly, Refusing, with tearful purpose, the stuff of dreams.
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