Tuesday, 8 August 2017

I Long For Your Desire

I liked your long, fair hair,
And your pouted lips were bliss
You used to lovingly stare
During a passionate kiss.
You were a site to savour
Adhering to respectable behaviour;
I loved everything about you
With feelings still true.

I have the patience of a saint,
Am I being quaint,
Do you have the desire
To light up our fire
That is still warm within
Lusting over our sin.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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