Saturday, 5 August 2017

Full With Love

I was full of stress,
But now I have less,
Thinking of you
Makes me less blue.
Your curves I remember
Were a sight to savour;
And with a palatable taste
I will make haste.

You used to be fruitful
In being graceful,
You were my peach
While you were within reach.
Your appetite for me was full
To which we were both grateful.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 06/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

1 comment:

  1. Nice poem! Thank you for visiting and commenting on my blog.