Almost

My sweetheart has beneficent arms
So full of tenderness and fire,
They almost cheat her other charms
The way they rouse and still desire.

My sweetheart has the kindest breast,
Two heavens with each a single star;
They give me everything but rest,
So strange these rosy pillows are.

My sweetheart has the hungriest lips
They seek and press unsparingly;
They probe until she almost slips
Among her kisses into me.

My sweetheart’s body is a cry,
A poignant and resistless call;
It almost makes me wonder why
She hasn’t any mind at all.

poem by Louis Untermeyer from The New Adam (1920)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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