wrong

is it wrong to want you so
this gentle touch wish to bestow
slowly with deliberate measure
adding to the building pleasure
each caress timed to relate
with those before and resonate
'til rising wave threatens to crest
then back away a time and rest
let silken ties their charge restrain
once arch subsides begin again
thus spiral up to higher ground
where hidden treasure will be found
when cresting of the wave won't cease
and in crescendo find release

the mirror's glimpse my answer gives
my time is past in which to live
in hopes for warmth from that hot fire

lock away 'neath plate and mail
what would make others quickly pale
or worse proclaim their merriment
at what the clown suggests
perhaps forsake the armor
and amor
for the motley and its bells
then at least some warmth I'd see
from smiles my capers bring to be

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