bask in each other.
whisper sweet nothing's to the gate keeper.
make love to stay clear from the cold.
that half of yesteryear where we didn't speak
not even once.
it still happened.
seasons wait for the maid to give her nod of approval.
while pretending to know not a thing about the two,
who sought out each other's gratification.it's okay, you're still young.
sipping ale while the preacher sneaks away to give words of wisdom to the young and confused.
bound to die some day.
convincing them they are loved more and more,
teenage hopes waiting on the screen in porch.
kissed the gate keeper on the cheek.
sleepless cold nights.
x's where your feet should stand.
you don't mind though,
because while the bottle of ale sits on the bed side table,
your teenage hopes left the screen in porch.
crept beneath the door,
past the maid.
their cheeks flushed red.
watching you and him
seek for the pleasure within.
