Forgiving Beckoning

Come back from where you went,

And adhere to this beckoning cry,

Of time inconsiderately spent

Being an adulterous pig in a sty.

 

What about the vows you made,

And my welfare amidst mockery,

That I am too feeble and fade

Into a background of crockery.

 

Am I a ball and chain of hindrance,

And are you master of my destiny;

I won't put up with this severance

Of love to servitude prosperity.

 

You were an eyeful of pride,

And a joy to proudly behold –

So repent and quietly subside

This humiliating, sad scold.

 

My love is still warm within

And my forgiveness is ripe –

So please get rid of this sin

And come to me in the night.

 

Make love to I under the moon,

And caress my worries away,

Do not seal my tomb of gloom

Calling on this temptress to play.

 

Cuddle me in you motions,

And gyrate next to I curves,

And let's mix our emotions

In a sea of washing waves.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/04/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.