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Faerie's Visit
A whispered word
On a naughty breeze
Playful and joyful
Trying to please
Come to me
What did it say
I wanted to relax
On this sweet spring day
Come to me
There it was again
Insistent
Not to hard
Like an old friend
Come–To–Me
Louder it came
Drips with sweet
Molasses from
Sugar cane
I rose to my feet
Not knowing where to go
I just felt the need
That I had to follow
I went into the woods
All by myself
To see who was calling
Sitting by himself
It was you
Who called me here
What is the reason
I want to hear
The reason is simple
And I know you can do
Give me a kiss
And I will give you two
I laughed with joy
And was astounded
Did he believe
I was not grounded
I know who you are
I know what you be
Not of this world
But one from Farie
No kiss I will give
Not a one
Why do you ask
For me to come
You will deny me
A fae king am I
This kiss I want
You cannot deny.
Oh but I have.
And now I will go
Goodbye king
Go back below
Then as quickly as light
Quick as a tic
His lips on mine
His tongue he slip.
There is more to this tale
Then I am willing to say
But he does come to visit
Every spring day
On a naughty breeze
Playful and joyful
Trying to please
Come to me
What did it say
I wanted to relax
On this sweet spring day
Come to me
There it was again
Insistent
Not to hard
Like an old friend
Come–To–Me
Louder it came
Drips with sweet
Molasses from
Sugar cane
I rose to my feet
Not knowing where to go
I just felt the need
That I had to follow
I went into the woods
All by myself
To see who was calling
Sitting by himself
It was you
Who called me here
What is the reason
I want to hear
The reason is simple
And I know you can do
Give me a kiss
And I will give you two
I laughed with joy
And was astounded
Did he believe
I was not grounded
I know who you are
I know what you be
Not of this world
But one from Farie
No kiss I will give
Not a one
Why do you ask
For me to come
You will deny me
A fae king am I
This kiss I want
You cannot deny.
Oh but I have.
And now I will go
Goodbye king
Go back below
Then as quickly as light
Quick as a tic
His lips on mine
His tongue he slip.
There is more to this tale
Then I am willing to say
But he does come to visit
Every spring day
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