Long legged schoolgirls
Stalk my window
Swaying forth
The essence of their youth.
A fragrance lingers
In the still cold air
A heady mixture
Of forbidden fruit.
Herein the transport
Of delight
The all consuming
passion of possession
A whispered call
Carried through
Their promise
Of transgression
Beware beware
Concupiscence!
Whatever you may feel
It will be a sin,
Enjoyment yes
But still a sin.
Perhaps because it does not scan.
JL Jan 17 15:31
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