Come back from where you went
And adhere to this beckoning cry,
Of time so inconsiderately spent
Being an adulterous pig in a sty.
What about the vow's you made
And my welfare amongst mockery,
That I am too feeble and so fade
Into a background of crockery.
Am I a ball and chain of hindrance,
And are you master of my destiny,
I wont put up with this severance
Of love to sad 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 your motions
And gyrate next to I curves
And let's mix our emotions
In a sea of washing waves.
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