Monday, 3 July 2017

Depths Of Desire

To Clare, I like your hair
When you are laid bare,
I have a personal care
Of being rationally fair.

Mother Nature can grow a bush
That can become so lush
With petals like a tush
Bringing to me a rush.

I am rushing to your trusting
Hand over me thrusting
With a passionate fire
Of burning and yearning desire.

Entwine me in your pleasure
And I will come whatever
Your endeavour to weather
Or respectfully treasure.

I'll be a member of your cause
And with hands like oars
I will float your boat
With a flooding gloat.

I have pride and don't hide
What I have inside is wide,
And with lascivious teasing
I will be subtly revealing.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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