If I give you tea on Tuesday
Will you stay a little longer
Sit besides me, near the fountain
On the worn wooden bench
Beneath the tall oak...
It I give you toast on Tuesday
Will you stay nestled in the sheets,
An then, will you linger
long after lunchtime
And make my kisses your dessert.
So sweet this entreat with enticing conceit, to have a lover entangled in sheets. Love it. :)
a yearning so subtle yet deeply touching! great write, Susan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful pen… such simplicity... such sensuality... direct and to the point in expressing the desire in its lines... yet robed in a genuinely felt innocence... lovely!