Come..

Come hither

sweet pleasure..

 I wait to be touched by thee..

To bloom like rose in a zesty spring

to feel your tempting plea..

 I lay my life for this pleasure

 Come hither..

 say nothing...

 This void desires to leave

 And wishes me moments to rejoice

 on a trip yet unseen...

Reviews

[Joe]

I really like this poem. It has a great rhythm and a lot of emotion. Great job! Keep it up!