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Come to bed, darling, for sure the hour is late. Most certainly, your conference call can wait. The children are asleep and I’m abed, So work must wait, come play with me instead. Don’t waste these hours with fitful sleep tonight when you and I could fill them with delight. Unlace that camisole and let it drop, A goodly start. I didn’t say to stop! Then, turning towards me with an impish smile Lose the slacks and add them to the pile. Then, taking sight of my most firm intention Remove your hose, the devil’s own invention. When we are wearing just our birthday suits Arch your back like a feline in pursuit. Keep the heels, they’re red and bold I swear They spur me to enjoy my favorite pair. Those orbs of night won’t ignored my dear As we effect conjunction of the spheres We stifle cries as we make our cradle rock. We'll tell the kids it was an aftershock. Some nights are cold but this one needn’t be, If you fall asleep held safe and warm by me.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
To my Wife, to make much of Time
Come to bed, darling, for sure the hour is late. Most certainly, your conference call can wait. The children are asleep and I’m abed, So work must wait, come play with me instead. Don’t waste these hours with fitful sleep tonight when you and I could fill them with delight. Unlace that camisole and let it drop, A goodly start. I didn’t say to stop! Then, turning towards me with an impish smile Lose the slacks and add them to the pile. Then, taking sight of my most firm intention Remove your hose, the devil’s own invention. When we are wearing just our birthday suits Arch your back like a feline in pursuit. Keep the heels, they’re red and bold I swear They spur me to enjoy my favorite pair. Those orbs of night won’t ignored my dear As we effect conjunction of the spheres We stifle cries as we make our cradle rock. We'll tell the kids it was an aftershock. Some nights are cold but this one needn’t be, If you fall asleep held safe and warm by me.
Having fun with, among other things, John Donne's elegy XIX
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
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