Lover

2 0 0
                                    

Oh sweet,

Oh star.


Sweet nectar of my life, 

sitting here through love and strife.


My heart aches for thee.


Oh darling, 

Oh love.


As gently as you place your lips, 

upon my bosom and hips.


I panic and turn away,

though your love I hold dear I do not want this.


oh love,

sweet love,


Don't.


Your lips belong on my  lips,

and if that is alright with you.


Then love shall be for us.


I guess just poemsWhere stories live. Discover now