A Secular Song

Dreamy ruby lips worth kissing a thousand times, you give to me. Orange tresses always generous no thief, only me stealing from you a touch, your breast. Eyes watery sometimes I think you’ve been crying. Worldly agreeing with you may I nip your nape? Hastily she comes up handing me a gift. But I already have one.It’s you featherlight baby let me take your hand, may I?