Thursday, July 27, 2017

Tie It Up

Tie my thoughts into sailor's knots.

Dock my sex, my heart, my lips, my wetness

to keep thoughts of your touch from

slowly coaxing me, memory sensation by

memory sensation, out to sea alone.


You have the hands to untie me.

How are you far from shore,

when you are tired and the

water is work?


Am I safe with you?


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