by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Language: English 
He kissed me, and I knew 't was wrong,
For he was neither kith nor kin.
Must one do penance very long
For such a tiny little sin?

He pressed my hand, that was not right;
Why will men have such wicked ways?
It was not for a moment quite,
But in it there were days and days.

There's mischief in the moon, I know,
I'm positive I saw it wink;
When I requested him to go,
I meant it too, I think.

Yet after all, I'm not to blame,
He took the kiss. I do think men
Are born without a sense of shame.
I wonder when he'll come again?


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Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2020-09-19
Line count: 16
Word count: 111