Upstairs, he climbs, a lad called John,
Outside a sweet girl’s room.
Before him blocks a beckoning door,
In guard of nature’s bloom.
In here waits Kay, a new found love,
Whom John would love to kiss.
He thinks that she may feel the same:
This chance he must not miss.
John knocks and waits, the door swings wide
And radiance meets his eye,
A dark-haired prize in shimmering pink
Fair makes him heave a sigh.
'Ah! John I prayed for you to come! '
Says Kay to John’s surprise,
'I have so much to say, to ask,
To plead up to the skies.
I’ve tried to quell my throbbing heart,
But it will not give way.
For Love has found another land,
Its armies have full sway.
I’ve fallen down, in vain, beneath Love’s might.
You must be here beside my shore at night,
To save me from a nagging, cruel plight,
I give myself in sacrifice so bright.
My body’s yours for you to press in tight,
In cushioned bed within the faded light,
You’ll find my flesh far softer than by sight.
Come, take me, swoon me with a kiss!
What say you to these promises of bliss? '
'Thanks! '
You should have called this poem 'The Romantic'. Nicely spun, a lot of fun, ending before, the deed was done Greenwolfe 1962
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Very romantic Paul, how I wish I'll be that luck with a certain lovely lady next door to mine. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem ANC AND THE STRUGGLE.