I bade my love compose an ode To prove her heart was true Reciting To Him All Is Owed She blushed the whole way through. I bade my love prepare a feast Befitting of her lord She cooked for me the finest beast Her dowry would afford. I bade my love take out a boat … Continue reading Over, Lord
My sweet, when we say love is blind It's simply Nature being kind For were our flaws known in advance You wouldn't get a second glance
My love, you’re a Tahitian girl That dances on the sand Who charms the breeze with every twirl And gesture of her hand My love, you're absinthe through the veins Each time my lips are kissed A cruel elixir bringing pain Which no man can resist My love, to me you are a song Whose … Continue reading Roll Play
Of Cleopatra it was said Her loves were so prolific Recording all their antics led To six new hieroglyphics
Mr Ormsby At Large 