Wrapping my fingerlocks
around your wrist.
And making your hand dance with my hair
and your tounge with my neck.

Draw your lust-lines that seep through my skin.
Pattern out the plans you have for me.
Draw the heavy breaths and midnight
whispers.

Don't let me walk away.
Because when my back is toward you
I will miss your mouth on my neck
and fingers on my heart.

11/01/2002

Posted on 11/01/2002
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