In My Hands

Isn’t it

The feathered touch

That elicits pleasure

Closing my eyes, and letting us

Be undressed by temptation blind

Animal run free to wreak havoc

Inside your tiny sanctuary of love

Press against me, guide me in

Tell me that there’s no greater sin

There’s always a space in my hands

And greater still between my eyes

That will always seem to hold you

No matter how much you give to me

I’ll always give it back to you

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