I'd give myself, without reserve,
to your sweet being---body, limbs
belong to you, as you may wish,
my hand's own palm then touch your ****
If you're my fairy, I your elf,
whom would you see as happy then?
Your friend who's here, who offers all
he has : an off'ring to your heart.
No depth of soul discovered have
as yours, in what you ponder, love,
and speak to my abysmal deep.
O, might I live from nothing less,
my dear, and from your image sweet !
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
I'd give myself, without reserve,
to your sweet being---body, limbs
belong to you, as you may wish,
my hand's own palm then touch your ****
If you're my fairy, I your elf,
whom would you see as happy then?
Your friend who's here, who offers all
he has : an off'ring to your heart.
No depth of soul discovered have
as yours, in what you ponder, love,
and speak to my abysmal deep.
O, might I live from nothing less,
my dear, and from your image sweet !