Quatrain of Time With Me - 11282

Time With Me

Spend a little time with me, splice
confection all over my soul,
draw my need up so
sweet,

When I'm alone I can talk to myself,
but it's the king in me that
longs for a tasty
treat.

We can hold hands, squeeze and
kiss the night away, while
assessing one
another,

If our loving becomes too intense,
too wildly furled, it's my wish
I'll be dad; you the
mother.

Yorktown Disciple