Will you chance to chance
Coming to me for romance,
I’d so take you for a dance
And we could duly groove
To sweet sounds so smooth,
We could so gyrate together
And snuggle up to each other
Before we hit under the cover.
Clare, we so made a perfect pair
And you were/are a peachy pear
Who’s body I could duly lap up
Like a palatable drink I do sup.
I still think of yourself so fondly
As when with you I had serenity.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
A beautiful and sad poem, Andrew!
ReplyDeleteGreetings, Louise. Thank you for thinking so, your comment was most welcoming. Blessings to your sweet-self. Love love, Andrew.
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