Thursday, August 19, 2004

Jivacandra

The lover with his nails had marked her breast
without the fawn-eyed damsel's noticing.
When some time later she bent her head,
how charming was her glance:
in outer shower most sharp with feigned annoyance,
but innerly delighted as she said,
"What is this, oh you rogue!"

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