A series, part 2: Thigh Highs, and Hungry Hands by Gilly WigleyLegs entangle
socks entwine
I am yours and
you are mine
thoughts enrapture
words unwind
stares untangle
with the wine
slipping sips
of dripping drips
to kissing lips
while hungry grips
we grasp
we grab
we grope
we feel
seeking the vibe
the buzz that heals
the energy that doth surround us
is nothing less the only boundless
with the drug
the dope we crave
is music thumping to our grave
but only love will make us brave
provided none of us behave
behaving only makes us weaker
loveless
thrilless
hopeless
fearless
hear this
this kiss
is this
that I leave you with. 10/06/2011 Posted on 10/06/2011 Copyright © 2025 Gilly Wigley
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