Sunday, 25 June 2017

Is It In The Bag

I am prone to feeling an injury
From Clare not being with me,
She is hurting my respectful pride
While aching inside where I hide.

I am not myself, suffering
This ill-health, severing
My rational thinking
Of what she is denying.

I am trying to win you back
And to get you back in the sack
Where I don't lack my faculties
Of being communicative with necessities.

Will you come with me, and we can be
In a state of sexual sexuality,
And we can disregard the hard duplicity
Of your unwilling enthusiasm with our family.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

Thank you. Love shove, Andrew. Bye.

I Was Bigger And Better

I am honest with integrity,
And you will respectfully see
A committed lover to another
With True sincerity to offer.

Clare, I am humble and modest,
And under your superficial arrest
I can strive to be the utmost best
Offering you more rather than less.

You experienced my personal behaviour,
And know I fell in love with the Saviour,
Come hither and let's be together
To never sever from our forever.

My thoughts are locked up in my head,
I can still remember what you said,
About me being so big inside to abide
Of your wants and desires - a ride.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andgrew. Bye.

Saturday, 24 June 2017

In Denial Is A Trial

We have strong roots to build ourselves on,
And whatever high and low we sow upon
Others as sisters and brothers,
We can still share being lovers.
And under the satin covers
I'll smother you with love
And what was below is now above
As I push you into seeing with a shove.

We'll have a strong foundation
To appease our supplication,
And as I grow with the sow
My seeds will become needs
To know you will humbly blow
My trumpet that is on show.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Nigh.

The Burning Bush

You are my only desire,
I am passionately on fire
Feeling the heat of your beat
As your heart is mine to keep.

I will shout out loud like a town crier,
At how I love you with this eternal desire,
I lust over your body, and your posterior
Is supreme in me being keen in being dear.

I am not in a hush in loving a bush,
As Abraham set some fearsomely alight,
Beginnings now begun that are very lush
As I will supplicate you with all of my might.

Fight the gripe of not to wipe your sorrows away,
And come out to play in a humble and modest way,
I want to come and go with new times begun
And to share my life with you believing in the Son.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andgrew. Bye.