The Youthful Dame

The youthful dame is a strange thing, her heart so eager to be loved. When paired with a burning desire, is open to any man's fire, but how quickly is such a flame extinguished when not properly fed. The kindling being the touch of her lover's hand, but is there even such a man? Or "Will I be left unquenched by the touch of trailing fingertips? My yearning to be claimed "unanswered leaves little left to resolve. Are men not men because of society or are women no longer Helen? Helen? Beauties worth tearing apart countries for?"