I Envy the Woman Whose Lips
i envy the woman whose lips
your ample mouth has gently kissed
whose very look enslaves your soul
i ponder yet all i have missed
i envy her still whose arms
press you to her breasts so tenderly
who shares your secret hopes and dreams
and keeps your fire burning steadily
i envy the woman whose bed
your long lean body slumbers in
forgive my heart's dear love desires
that which others consider a sin
i envy the woman i don't even know
who possesses what i can only desire
to be empowered by someone so fine
i envy her body-her soul on fire
Copyright © Faith Elizabeth Brigham | Year Posted 2013
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