A message on the pillow
There is a sorrow within her soul
A memory that feeds the woe
The song with words caressing lies
enticing dreams of silk and thighs
An ache inside seems common now
From grazing lips, so many vow
To love and guide the heart from fear
And yet the stride seems lost my dear
The hands and eyes convey the shame
As eyes submit to silky games
A slumber needing warmth of skin
Makes tragedy a mask to win
Unspoken are the dreams of day
Due is the rain beeseaching gray
And time again a plea is said
As rest is needed from her bed
Sweet ignorance is said to bleed
From thorns hidden as heavy fee
And as the sins from old bestow
What you reap is what you sow
Audacity 