Letters from lovers I never showed a soul
Perfumes I never dared to wear
Thoughts I never said aloud to you
Me and you walking on the beach.
Trodding the same old paths
talking the same old way
Memories I stowed away in the cushioned
cube hidden with my negligee
VictoryI do trothe thee
I see you wandering beside me,
Aimlessly.
Surfacing, my love
I do dote upon thee
You see me, take me by the
Hand.
Caressed by you
Another touch,
Another guide.
I wish to hold you once again.
You claimed me
And I'm yours by right
Without you knowing
I staked my claim in you
Victory!
We shall find out who won
Against the other
Sweet playfellow
Bedtime friend
Sweet amends.