Come With Me
Come with me, to my land of dreams
Lay your body along side of me.
Let my fingertips talk
Of pleasures to come
As we caress, explore, tenderly.
Silken strands of hair spread out
Upon a pillow of white virginity.
Auburn colours, highlights in gold
Its softness, facinates me.
Dark brown eyes, like chestnuts on fire
Gaze into mine, pools of love I see.
Smooth moist lips, with a half smile,
That smile, that tantalises me.
Laying here, as the day you were born
Your nakedness an ode to the sun.
Skin radiant from an inner glow
Speaks of pleasures, yet to come.
Soft sighs escape your parted lips
As my hands caress your form
Gliding over breasts and mound
I feel beneath them, the rising storm.
Lay with me, beneath my gaze
As I lower my lips to thee
For you my love, are the wild rose flower
And I, my love, the bee.
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