My Lady, come to me

There were two lovers, friendly net
First time sharing, "nupital bed"
Her hand he took and softly said,
"My Lady, come to me".

'Twas down beside him that she knelt,
Her heart aflutter will surely melt
Heard his wispers, his touch-she felt
"My Lady, come to me".

And as she lay in lovers nest,
He placed his hand upon her breast
Oh, such desire, he did confess,
"My Lady, come to me".

He enticed her with his sultry words
Tremendous feelings he had stirred,
Beneath his heated touch, she heard
"My Lady, come to me."

'Twas on her thigh, he placed a kiss
Oh how much she wanted this!
Persistently did he insist,
My Lady, come to me.

Such joy she found within his arms,
Seduced so by his handsome charms
He whispered she would ne'er be harmed-
"My Lady, come to me."

Desires spent, to his surprise
He saw tears falling from her eyes,
He asked, "My Love, why must thee cry?"
"My Lady, come to me."

"Is it great pain I've brought to thee?
I was as gentle as I could be!
Let not your cause of tears be me."
"My Lady, come to me."

"Oh no, sweet, Sir, the tears I weep
Are tears of love, for where we sleep
Holds now a promise, I'll e'er keep,
"My Lady, come to me."

"A promise?" said he, with furrowed brow
" 'Twas a promise made much like a vow?
Tell me lady, what and how?"
"My Lady, come to me." "

'Twas a promise made in "love", sweet, Sir-
When e'er thou feel desire stir,
So willing each time you beckon "her"...
"My Lady, come to me.