Under Damaris' Dress
Under Damaris' dress
I crept that cold night
To watch the crackling firelight
Burn between her legs.
White winter snow dropped flakes
Against the windowpane
And inside I remained
To cross the orange lake.
My trembling hands she covered,
My wild eyes she closed,
With only words that she would know
She taught me how to love her.
We lay so near, the fear so far,
I felt my life unfold,
On silken sheets, in tents of gold,
I caught a falling star.
Her gentle touch, her soft caress,
From these I must confess,
I learned the art of tenderness
Under Damaris' dress.