ALLOW ME

Allow me call you his teacher,

Your love is kind and odourless

You warm his body by your whip marks

Stretches of sweet love that are painless .

Allow me call you ocean
Madam!,your love showers endlessly
You are his favourite radio love
One he listens to quietly and effortlessly.

Allow me call you recipe
His love,his greatest part of day
You are his cheerful bouncing baby
A lass whose aroma roams in April.

Allow me call you a rose
A white field of beautiful spots
Spots not of lust,but love
A love that speaketh the most.

Allow me call you desert
The cold he battles with at the end of light.
His favourite piece of dessert
The last mould of cake that never leaves his sight by night.

You are his precious scar,
A pack of memories
A flower that attracts no bee
You are his only place he’d want to be.