To Vomit the Undigestible

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Making love

My padded cell was lined with Velcro
And everywhere I walked I'd get
Tied-down
Now here you are, loosening my handcuffs
Dragging electric fingertips down my body
And I can only shiver and smile and try to tell you
Through shaking breaths
How much it means
Nope, indescribable
As is most of the magic in this world
If this isn't 'making love'
Then surely, it is the
Celebration of...

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