Saturday, 1 July 2017

My Second Coming

You play me like a celestial harp,
Plucking a fast beat to the heat
Of not being physically apart -
You sweep me from my feet.

A good note from your throat
Is appealing in what I'm revealing,
And you are not one to gloat
In sexually appeasing my pleasing.

You kept me in a sexual trance,
And I was willing to see you be
The master of I looming lance
Coming in a flooding sea.

Entice my mood with you femininity,
And I will reveal my masculinity,
An endeavour that you might treasure
Ahead of us coming together.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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