Come, lively lord. <br />inside my boudoir <br />you will find plenty <br />of pleasuring, <br />Comely am I. <br /> <br />Espy my fine <br />velvety skin, leave <br />timidity at the door, <br />measure my boldness <br />with your temerity, <br />comfort becomes me. <br /> <br />Once you have drunk <br />my love-potion enough <br />and gained success <br />your needs will ever <br />be redressed <br />to further find ready <br />my comeliness. <br /> <br />So tred hither fine lord, <br />do not reprove my <br />audacious approach, <br />this curly brown hair <br />will waterfall down and <br />soon could broach <br />you with paradise. <br />I am comely. <br /> <br />Eyes large as mine <br />you rare find so green <br />and soft lips as these <br />will sweetly kiss <br />away lonley times, <br />and sweep clean <br />frustrating dreams, <br />enter then sire, be mine <br />throw down your silver, <br />quickly, - - and buy. <br />Comely am I.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comely-invitation/
