An Anonymous 19th Century Poem

love

Thou art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower
And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee.
’Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower,
I seek but thee.
I feel the ivory of thy petals fair
Brush lightly on my belly as I woo
And I would sting thee, if I did but dare,
So sweet you are.
I suck the honey from your dewy bowl
And drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss,
Within your cup, I yield to you my soul
And drink your kiss….

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10 thoughts on “An Anonymous 19th Century Poem

  1. Wow! A Dewy bowl, a cup full of soul and a big wet kiss . Very damp love making! 🙂

  2. Sadah says:

    This is great.

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