GIVE MY LOVE TO YOUR BEST FRIENDS
Give my love to your two best friends
with touches on their nipple ends,
while I can't be here-now with you;
hold them up in the mirror's view.
Let your finger tips roll over
from them to the areola.
Hold the mounds exultantly up
in your palms, in a loving cup.
I concur with the affection
you spoke of them; they're perfection
and have a personality
that easily rubs off on me.
Tell them the touching comes from me;
bet their ears prick up perkily!
Your 'handsome king' years ago long
praised them heartily in that Song:
Your stature is like that of the palm,
and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
I said, I will climb the palm tree,
I will take hold of its fruit.
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
and your mouth like the best wine.
Let your mind be carried away
to thinking of us in the hay;
oh what a foursome we would make
as liberties with them I take.