Wednesday, September 30, 2009


You stoke the fire
Twisting like into desire
Kissing circles round my heart
My mask falls apart

Your wicked, wicked tongue
Has me coming undone

I quiver
I shiver
I crumble
As we tumble

You’re a dirty, dirty man
Threatening to do it again

Spread me wide
And climb inside
No secrets will I hide
As we ride the ebbing tide

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