Please, Please

You are a cloud. Where is my sister? She has been gone and I have missed her. And when she left, good luck I wished her. Where is my sister? I miss her so bad.

Her husband's in my bed, now sleeping. I wish I could but I am weeping. Because late at night he does come creeping. He said, “I love you, I'll teach you to kiss.”

I said, “But you are twelve years older.” And he began to kiss my shoulder. Upon my chest his hands were colder. He said, “It's easy to please me, tonight.”

I said, “But in law you're my brother.” He said, “You'll kiss me if you love her.” We ended up beneath the covers. He said he loved me, above me, that night.