In another Age I might have confessed
That the night was warm, and I, undressed
The candles low, a book unread
Alone and restless in my bed.
A vision took shape before my face
Of chiseled features and kingly grace
Each glance embraced, desires dared
A single touch, the fabric bared.
Heavens opened, vows undone
Like camisole ribbons -- one by one.
I reach for your hand and caress only air --
Is it any less real when there's no one there?
In another Age I might have revealed
All of these things that I now conceal.
Copyright © 1997, by Betsy C. B.