High Tea

As the clouds bring darkness nearer and the day draws in I’ll wait for you as promised Under the ark of love Where I’ll set you a tray of your warm tea nectar On a table – clothed for my prince Enticing to soothe away those quarrels passed between us Flickering candle light dances Moody shadows melting Temptation’s lure Will wrestle away all trace of anger Your high classed long legged Lolita Sexily styled to seduce in red Attentitively tuned to taking time Frustratingly waits while you take phone call