Thee take my hand,
Meet me by the fall of water,
City centre at noon.
On time,
As the chime rings,
Echo through the streets.
Hold my hand,
As we amble,
Watching trams pass,
As people march past,
Betimes of the day
In the city heart.
By your leave may I?
Guide you inside,
Into the den of my cave,
Lights shall dim,
Fire shall blaze,
Lips will be moist with wine.
Endow me with your love,
I’ faith thee, shall have my love,
Explore my skin,
As you sooth my heart.
And I indulge your mind
Until the morrow daylight…
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my dear, i remember when you wrote this, it was a week after i spent half the night at your nanas, the way you have described it is truely lively and just like it happend, such a wonderful recount, story if you will, love you sweetheartxoxoxo