Lovers trist
I wrote this, or perhaps I have Shakespeare in my closet. He really should come out of the closet if that is the case. Anyhow it's still a bit raw and unrefined. I may do some toggling with it anon.
To all inspire doth love lay fair. For paleness of skin and tender of cheek, In truth or bidding she looks my way. Oh that I would be thy lovers frail touch, to dance my fingers upon thy breast. To bed thee that I would be thine own. Bodies love heat, sweat burning with desire. In motion do they touch and fervent hips meet docile lips, let lust leave unleashed.
To all inspire doth love lay fair. For paleness of skin and tender of cheek, In truth or bidding she looks my way. Oh that I would be thy lovers frail touch, to dance my fingers upon thy breast. To bed thee that I would be thine own. Bodies love heat, sweat burning with desire. In motion do they touch and fervent hips meet docile lips, let lust leave unleashed.