Dissonance

You've slipped from out your evening gown, you muse Before the polished lookingglass, a hand Unclasping frail corsage, while you peruse Your blushing charms. Your wayward eyes demand Intrigue, as slowly you remove the clothes Which cling around your girlish loveliness. In silken stockings of the palest rose Your slender legs encased, twin gracefulness Beyond compare, while all your perfumed hair Comes tumbling down and glorybath of gold ; And thus you stand before me ivorybare Craving to yield in passion as of old. I take you in my arms yet am I sad, So many other loves have made you glad