So seductive These curves and lines, Furrows and paths, Hills and dales. * My hands caress your cheeks, My fingers reaching Deeply into the ravine Touching your great gateway. * They probe at the door And then go within Your cave in search of treasure My finger tips finding it, feeling it. * It is like fine gold, My touching it arouses you, You turn your head to me And I kiss your lusciously soft lips.
Finding My Way
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So seductive
These curves and lines,
Furrows and paths,
Hills and dales.
*
My hands caress your cheeks,
My fingers reaching
Deeply into the ravine
Touching your great gateway.
*
They probe at the door
And then go within
Your cave in search of treasure
My finger tips finding it, feeling it.
*
It is like fine gold,
My touching it arouses you,
You turn your head to me
And I kiss your lusciously soft lips.