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Black and white with brown overall
Green painted nails with a digit flaw
Matching brown hat to shade all

Snow White youthful skin pressing against brown wall
Dressed, postured and suggesting to floor all
At her beck and call.

Did we in spring
Talk
of summer rain
And
In winter
Spoke
Of meeting again

Meeting in spring
All resistances thaw
But she’s too sweet
Too young
Can I even think of making  her
My whore…..

Between sheets she gazed and hoped
For the distant shore
Money and companionship she needs
Money I have
But my companionship can only be brief

Thus together we lie
As the moments in a crescendo flies
But time will never lie.