These hands are now the handlers
of dangerous undress
they tie you in without a rope
by swooning hearts caress.
The union now's been slowly made,
situation assessed,
and so they glide unto your thighs
to hold you while you rest.
as they proceed to slowly tease
the goosebumps to your breast
they do withhold a secret code,
just masked with clever jest
the way they play upon your frays of hair when lips are met.
the subtle call to forfeit all,
your heart lies in my chest.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
These hands are now the handlers
of dangerous undress
they tie you in without a rope
by swooning hearts caress.
The union now's been slowly made,
situation assessed,
and so they glide unto your thighs
to hold you while you rest.
as they proceed to slowly tease
the goosebumps to your breast
they do withhold a secret code,
just masked with clever jest
the way they play upon your frays of hair when lips are met.
the subtle call to forfeit all,
your heart lies in my chest.
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