Uriah Hamilton - Thin Summer Dress

After the party laughter,
Her lips are still red
As she walks beneath
The soft glow of moonlight.

Lasciviously, she smiles at me
Knowing I already adore her
Even more than my wounded eyes
Could ever reveal
Gazing upon her
Like a pious monk
Upon a sacred icon.

Her thin summer dress
Tenderly breaks my heart,
But this is the type of suffering
In which I desire to linger.

Uriah Hamilton

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