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Love me, love me, love me please
 

His fingers teased an ill-tied bow,

Her slip fell slowly to the floor,

He knelt before her lost for words,

'twas then she knew that he was hers.

 

She closed her eyes, she heard him

Breathe, his slow advancing fingers

Pleased, he laid her down, he stole her

Heart, she whispered 'Hold me, oh my

God.'

 

His fingers wandered where they will,

He tantalised, he teased, he thrilled,

From moistened lips he heard her plead,

'Love me, love me, love me please.'

 

© Joseph G Dawson