Come bury your head in my bosom
And I'll enter the world of your dreams,
Come bury your head in my bosom
And we'll smother ourselves in sweet creams.
Enter the valley of drumlins
And roll round each boulder of flesh,
Taste the delight in my codlins
And pretend that you're in Marakesh.
Feel the silk sheets slip between us
As we toss and slide to the floor,
Drown in warm oceans of peaches
And grab just a little bit more.
Dimple my dough, rough as you need,
Make me a profiterole roux,
Filled with confectioners' custard
I'll heat up your chocolate fondue.
Sway like an Eastern snake charmer
And in Lotus position I'll charm,
I'll charm you my free mountain climber
Till elbows and knees are all worn.
Come, bury your head in my bosom,
See me rise like a lemon souffle,
Come, bury your head in my bosom,
And together we'll swing a belay.
Sometimes it's good to lighten up a bit when writing poetry.
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Jane Sharp has lived in Vrahassi, a mountain village in Crete, for the past sixteen years. She has been writing poetry for a lot longer. Her poems have been published in magazines, read on the B.B.C. and have won prizes.
