and she, the pretty one,
she did not send a hint,
although she’d smiled,
and winked,
and nodded,
which made her locks fall down,
a bit to my chagrin,
they covered precious skin
space to be marked,
reserved
for later,
if and when
she’d say OKAY,
you really need not ask,
you must be sure about
what generations have
and doubtless will
accept
as laissez faire,
so kiss the maiden now,
she may not mind!
Time led us on,
and circumstances seemed
to be
what was,
for us
at least
a promised plea,
we kissed,
and hugged,
we snuggled
on the featherbed,
and in the end of ends,
I did not know
for sure,
although I bet
my very life,
it would be right,
and
we would be
a pair
of doves.
Or wolves,
it matters not
but we would be,
just us.