I ran around you

and climbed you 

like a mountain. 

I threw my arms about 

and flailed 

like a child,

sucking the sweets,

sucking the taffy 

and lapping

the milk,

the white skin

of your body.

Your breasts 

were cups

of new warm

breaths,

firm and hard,

your body trembled

like a landscape.

Oh, blonde thing,

meek, and 

tranquil,

you grew

bashful 

when I called you,

Darling.

Your cheeks 

turned red 

and blushed

with fever,

my heart was warm

upon your

heavy bust;

I even kissed

the scars

underneath

where you had

them

reduced 

before

we met,

and you were shy 

whenever

I called you, 

Baby,

but I knew 

you liked it

and so did I.