Come my love,
Come let us lay,
let us brood, under the starry heaven,
like penguins in a polar earth.
Come my love,
Come, let us lay,
Let me feel the suppleness of your loins
and the tenderness of your bosom.
Come my love,
Come let us lay,
Let us give the shrubs scenes and acts,
Let the bush applaud as our hearts are knit,
on the bed of palm fronds and a pillow of log.
Come my love,
Let us lay on nature sheerest mat,
Roll in the hay with my tongue buried in yours
like Adam and Eve in Eden.
About Oliver Onyibe
Oliver Onyibe is a/an |Clerisy| |Social Engineer| |Lover| |Eclecticist|
