Come My Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Come my Love 2Dans le Lit, le Baiser, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1892)

Come My Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Come my love to the comfort of my bed
Let me feel the tenderness of your flesh
Where not a single word needs to be said

In a moment our worries we shall shed
I’m the vine to the tree eager to mesh
Come my love to the comfort of my bed

Your fire into my heart I will embed
Kisses from your lips soon to give a rush
Where not a single word needs to be said

Into another world we shall now sled
A time for our passions to replenish
Come my love to the comfort of my bed

Your touch to be intoxicating med
Giving feelings not wanting to finish
Where not a single word needs to be said

Thoughts of you forever inside my head
Desiring your love always to be fresh
Come my love to the comfort of my bed
Where not a single word needs to be said

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