A Matter of Objection

Come hither my love Who art thou to deny me Your beauty does tempt me Ur almond eyes enrapture me With that honey gaze Sweet meat cannot b sweeter I stand at the foot of your bed My robe a puddle of love at my feet Naked For your almond eyes to stare Will u refuse me? When I offer to you so freely Come hither my love, And pleasure me And as the dew drips from dawn’s arrival And those eyelids flutter open Have no doubt: It will never b a matter of my objection