I Write These Lines

Come take my hand, and let us enter deep Into a world where only lovers know You’ll count each kiss instead of counting sheep And fall asleep to heartbeat’s shining glow I take your hands and bid them do my will The scents beguile you, and I see you smile The tresses of my hair on chest I spill With naked form I warm you all the while I feel you wake, desiring now to taste Lush fruit of passion, glistening ripe for you You eat your fill of love that’s cherry laced And sink yourself much deeper into dew You sleep again, an angel at my place I write these lines while gazing at your face Roya