ANGRY
Ah, well, you are angry, I know, but then
Your lips were red, such a tempting red!
And I am not sorry, I’d do again
The thing that I did; I would raise your head
With your chin in my palm, and your eyes would flare
Again in my eyes as they did just then,
Half frowning, half thinking I would not dare;
But I would, and I did, and would dare again.
And one of my arms held both your arms,
And your chin seemed snuggling right into my palm,
And I held you to me with all your charms,
And kissed and kissed you with never a qualm;
Just held and snuggled you close to me,
And felt the joy of your straining form,
And your eyes were as flashing as they could be;
But, heigh-o! your lips! They were red and warm!
I hold that a man is a fool who waits
For a kiss until it is offered him;
Who coaxes and inches along, and prates
Of his love and longing till day grows dim,
When the thing he would have is within his reach,
And when red, red lips, like a cupid’s bow,
Are a-pout with a dare—and a downy peach
Of a cheek—oh, I’d kiss you again, I know!
I would kiss you again, for I somehow know
Should I wait till I saw your bright eyes shine
Permission sweet, and their lids droop low
In yielding, your kisses would ne’er be mine;
For you are a tigress reincarnate;
Your soul to only brute force could yield;
And I—well, I am not made to wait,
And I—I will win you against the field!
And so, you untamable, wild, wild thing,
I took the course that I did with you;
And your lips, I thought that I felt them cling
For all of your struggles, and anger, too;
And then you were sprung from my arms and gone
Down the hall and away, and the day seemed long;
Till I heard, from where I was left alone,
Your lilting voice in a laughing song.