Gently Down, I Beg Thee
Put me gently down, on our great, confort-rose
petalled bed.
Brush your lips on mine, warm and cherry red!
The gentle clock of time, breathes ever so softly
into the Springtime night.
Of our beautifully choreographed lovers samba
of sensual might.
To create a child born of love’s grand, memorable
Arcadian continued history.
To bring into this world a magical offspring
To bless this world with tender, loving, mystery.
12/ 18/2021
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