NOT READY?


I saw a slim arm over an eye,
over a brown marble in a white bowl
the beautiful brown marble was restless
and the arm trembled a little..
I liked the way you held up

I had followed through the green fields
where the oat was only thigh high
down to the stream
where the waters were only ankle high
and finally to the thick hills

you let me touch the palm
and still let me kiss your hair
but I wanted more,
you said I was not ready..ready?
yuou sunk me into a daze..

I looked at the leg
and randy temptation poked at me
I was not ready you said
what was ready?
how could I get a grip on it?

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