Please, love?

Amble on, love

on the softness of my arm.

what sweetness do you seek,

that lies on my finger-tip?

you tickle me

you make me squirm

can’t you see

I’m not a lump of sugar?

Move on,

pass the grand valley of my palm

and fall off the side;

won’t you please stop bothering me

and jump into my cup of tea?

Let go of me, sweets!

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