Referance: The Devil makes work for idle hands...


Kiss


by idle hands
(though gentle)
touched

so switft a warmth
the taste of you

a guilty smile
though with relief
and hope

not granted
reason for

although

I once
did wish it.





Poetry by Corvus
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Written on 2006-11-30 at 19:55

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