Part eight of a series of poems I wrote for the characters of my book "Starting with Lancalot."
Each of my poems have two parts talking about the same subject. Please let me know if you can figure them out.
You are tantalizing,
just close enough to touch,
to taste. With your sweet sent
and your smooth veins.
So my love, take my gift.
Don’t set it free. Just look in my eyes
and come with me.
Leave your friends,
lose your room key.
Just look in my eyes and come
with me.