Of this midday morning pause
To toy with my direction
Of inner thought your cause
A little feathered flirt
To tickle my toes of you
My passion for your eyes
Upon the caress of my sweet dew
Love lost nay
But possessed by thought of mind
Delicious little tidbits
Of you I left behind
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