Come with the throes of your lov
By Mark Heathcote
Sun, 29 Jul 2012
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Come, my damselfly nymph with a coupling dance
Come to my bed of reeds I'll do the romance
Come on tiptoes: Heart pressed heart to heart
Come, my flightiest one in the morning depart.
Come in waves that crush all worrying cares
Come down and wing, down heavens backstairs
Come like a spider to' web my soul's flight
Come, my demon, with kisses hot sulphite.
Come, with the throes of your love to declare
Come shimmering tonight my love midair.
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