Give Me Love

Give me love that knows the Siren's song,
As bold as battle, as gracious as the night!
Oh, if to such a beauty I belonged,
The fleshly temple of all Earth's delight,
I'd kneel before her and I'd voice my plea:
"My Venus, come and heal me with your arts!"
Then she, with sultry step, would near to me
And with her tongue my famished lips would part.
With sweetness unrelenting, she'd caress,
With nimble fingers lay my body bare
To catch my chin between her conquering breasts
And lash me with her long and savage hair,
Then take me with her body lithe and lean
Until I cry, "Have mercy, oh my queen!"

George Chadderdon © 1996