He see her through the window only... But he wishes to see her through the hearts

The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door

The baby breeze blew briskly
Like the swiftness of a light limb,
Caressing my lonesome heart,
As it bore her voice nigh: quest of hearts.

I looked through the silk curtain
Obstruenting my view of the silken.
She was in her night gown: cruel bikini.
The swell of her breast, a calling fountain.

I wanted to dash into the waves,
Get locked up in its coziness.
But, she pulled the curtain over again:
The girl next door just never cares.

Return I then to my cushion again disappointed,
With a tortured hope: perhaps, she feels same bout me.

Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. The girl next Door

Sonnet by Ajoshberry
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Written on 2019-06-28 at 21:01

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