If I Was Your Lover, Miss
If I was your lover, Miss
I would beam at the rise of my hand
To the soreness of nothing on you
And give you warmth in sun and moon
That from the aphelia be heard
To which winds and barks acquiesce
I would caress your rear and some
For many nights in silence of tongue
And bring us vittles and brews
From the echt nigh merchant
So we needn't go hungry and athirst,
Somewhere 'tween our pleasures
If I was your lover, Miss
We'd make sojourns of pleasance
To many shores of fair weathers
Pressuring our palms in parallels
And gaze at the stars on our tolerance
To forever rest in serenity of days
Copyright © Sydney Matladi | Year Posted 2014
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