You are still smudged by sleep
Sitting in your bed, wrapped
A picturesque scene
From another time
Where I once  belonged
But I am growing old
Sadly, reluctantly
I am becoming part of the mass
Neither a woman nor a  lass
While you have all the time in the world
To play & delay the pain
Which is the outcome of numbness

Deprived of seduction
I am left
Thrills stopped coming my way or am I blind to them ?
Half loafs of love remain on the shelves of my heart
Holes unfulfilled and time elapse
Having  traded all