Treasure Island

Stevie Smith

(20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)

Conviction (IV)


I like to get off with people,
I like to lie in their arms
I like to be held and lightly kissed,
Safe from all alarms.

I like to laugh and be happy
With a beautiful kiss,
I tell you, in all the world
There is no bliss like this.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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