High Tea
As the clouds bring darkness nearer
and the day draws in
I’ll wait for you as promised
Under the ark of love
Where I’ll set you a tray of your warm tea nectar
On a table – clothed for my prince
Enticing to soothe away
those quarrels passed between us
Flickering candle light dances
Moody shadows melting
Temptation’s lure
Will wrestle away all trace of anger
Your high classed long legged Lolita
Sexily styled to seduce in red
Attentitively tuned to taking time
Frustratingly waits while you take phone call
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