The Invitation  

chuck_100 69M
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6/23/2005 9:17 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The Invitation

I beg thee, please,
come away with me...
to another place...
a place of sweet solitude,
and winks of amour.

A place of beautiful roses,
and gardens of flowers...
to lay thee down...
a place to join thee by lake
and meadow.

Where small intimate stump tables abound,
and fare be candle lit...
whilest nature’s violins strum softly...
the strings of hearts...
and knight be held by
thy enchantment.

There rippled not...
I shall fashion for thee a bed...
of Queen Ann’s Lace...
and in bows of satin lay thee down...
to meet thee there in sheets of passion.

To join thy embrace...
whilest tongues do dance...
and hearts quick beats...
are drawn to white heat...
and the desires of lovers complete.

And shall we ride with groin aching...
the ride of lovers...
their sweat breaking...
to moans of souls...
and gasp of delight?

Shall my maiden ride as well...
thy breast to rise and fall...
and juice to freely flow...
to union ride...
and stud to break?

And shall thee cause my cheeks to blush...
and blood to rush...
to other private places...
and lovers faces...
rush eagerly to taste sweet nectar?

Through heaven’s valley and Adam’s staff...
shall we waltz and sway and twirl...
and bow and swirl...
with lock and curl...
to the place of thunder...

and finally spent...
lay joined and bent...
and laugh and tease...
and grin with wickedness...
at folly’s sneeze?

I beg thee, please,
come away with me...
to another place...
a place of sweet solitude
and winks of amour.


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