The gorgeous nymph is gone, <br />She has left our simple island <br />Where we played in the sun <br />And drank sweet wine. <br />She has taken her delicate wrists <br />And golden bracelets, <br />Imparted her last kisses; <br />But in future nights <br />When we dream <br />Of the rhythmic swaying of her hips <br />And how her small, proud breasts <br />Left us mesmerized and breathless, <br />She will also dream <br />Of our child-like smile <br />Lost in wondrous adoration.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-small-proud-breasts/
