Tuesday's Poem - a day late!

Shakespear in Love...


Thou hast found a way to make
sweetest of love to my Lady,
with slight of hand, quicken
in pace, I can, if I try hard
enough to put a smile upon her
fair and wondrous face. She
loves me to bury my tongue
in her deepest of space's
and wriggle my finger just
beneath her clitoris...
'My my' how loud is her
cry for I can not and
in the past weeks have
not given upeth my aim
of providing her (and I
have tried) to bring
her into land. Pray
pretty Lady why won't
you try a new and some
what exciting pose..
I hasten to add, in
the future may we?
You and I just lie
beneath the sun,
strippeth off our
fair and some times
clumsy clothes.
Feel the sun rising
on your fair flesh.
Let me stay a while,
Please my fair Lady
let me plant that
smile upon your
Innocent face.
Why.. I want to
listen to your
song of love.. and
I... pray.. I would
to like to sing.
'Pray' what should we
do? Come lay a while
in the garden with
me..my beautiful
Olivia.. come..
stay.