a mere 3,000 years separate
his afternoon from mine
She laying in bed
in that summer of
heat
Loose gown white neck disguised
By where her hair falls
This girl, this woman,
The target of a thousand wooers
Among which I am one,
with the slightest touch
breasts pressed against my side
so smooth her belly
how long her legs
me clinging to her
naked body
as he did back then
pleasing for a kiss
this afternoon of pure delight
with daylight through her windows
reveal all her words at night
that true promised
and I partake
this precious gift
knowing it cannot last
and I must take it
before the gods take it back
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