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A series, part 2: Thigh Highs, and Hungry Hands

by Gilly Wigley

Legs 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
hear this
this kiss
is this
that I leave you with.


Posted on 10/06/2011
Copyright © 2022 Gilly Wigley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mo Couts on 10/10/11 at 02:24 AM

Definitely catchy, catchy...nice!

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