I want someone to take my hand
without consent
and lead me away, spin me around
press me up against a wall someplace
fusty, musty, dusty
kiss me within an inch of my life.
I want to be dizzy and breathless and weak at the knees;
to never be able to think of it without
a blush on my cheek
and a laugh in my eye
This is what I want, love
now tell me which of you will be the one
to jump my bones
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4 comments:
Kittykat writes such lovely pomes!!
thank you, sweets
fusty, musty, dusty,....
haa,haaa, I like the passion play of words...nice one
cheers
z
if only, men thought of love that way!
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