A Life Half Lived
By: Mark R. Slaughter
A life lived in fear
Is a life half lived.
If only you would dare - or do!
A flagrant kiss of challenge on the lips
- then on to tongue -
Will help undress the man,
So you may feel the dawn
Caress your waking self:
The blush of latent pride will
Place the cold of low-esteem
Upon the shelf of also-rans.
You'd shine! -
In oestrogenic ways that
For the moment hide beneath your skin,
Deferring yet again a shaking breast
From androgenic hands.
Involve your glands upon a whim -
Finger up a risk or two;
Stroke a chance to share with him
Atop a forward you!
Is a life half lived.
If only you would dare - or do!
A flagrant kiss of challenge on the lips
- then on to tongue -
Will help undress the man,
So you may feel the dawn
Caress your waking self:
The blush of latent pride will
Place the cold of low-esteem
Upon the shelf of also-rans.
You'd shine! -
In oestrogenic ways that
For the moment hide beneath your skin,
Deferring yet again a shaking breast
From androgenic hands.
Involve your glands upon a whim -
Finger up a risk or two;
Stroke a chance to share with him
Atop a forward you!
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