David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Monday, 10 May 2010

Poem of the Week


Deep in exploration
my tongue doth dart so sweet
caressing shallow valleys
and lashing valleys deep

Touching teasing tender flow
I harrow softly as I mow
to the place where lovers go
the place where I will but sow.

Dipping,lapping in and out
circling round the flowing spout
So deep I plunge in gushing waves
through the stream that lovers crave

Drowned and tired I find my rest
my lover sighs and begs to rest
my tongue has lost its final zest
in pursuit of loves conquest.

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