After wine.

Her leg on mine.

Her hands.

And youthful bust

All command my lust.

She leaves her scent behind.

I drink it in.

There are no ties to bind.

So some would call it sin.

I see my shadow with me

On an autumn day.

In the charms of girl’s arms

I forget my shadow

But he does not forget me .

All this talk

Of gaudy baubles bought

Ends in nought.