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
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