Words still fresh,
Ink bit dried,
Wrinkled lines,
but, memories refreshing.
I once again catched me,
once again the kernel pumped faster.
Oh the whippersnapper blushed;
thinking of thy love, honey.
Thy touch I miss,
Thy love I need.
Thou will not come,
but the rose smiles.
Once again the aroma is lusty,
Once again I am tipsy...