A smile played long

A smile played long upon her face

As I held her in close embrace.

There was no bed on which to lie

Nor yet  a bed on which to die

A little death, a little grace.

I could not stare enough to feast

My wanton eyes upon her breast.

My hands tormented me with lust

As they played  and on her fussed.

A smile played long.

And so it was, we made our bed

And at our table friends were fed.

She sang and murmured like a bird.

And I was hypnotized by words

A smile played long