Posted by Admin on 1 February 2009, 12:00 am
Why do they, to themselves untrue,
this anguish and this shame endure,
immodest minx, from thoughts of you
whose oft-caressed body’s lure
must tempt, yet taunt when they pursue?
But you are fair, with joy instinct,
a Boucher nymph by cherubs wooed,
and they, enamoured, cease to think
your insolence bodes ought but good,
or care if virtue be extinct.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council