Close my eyes an' I'm back
in front of you;
lookin over Jo's shoulder enjoying the view...
We talk of the scenery.
I talk of the ring
an' imagine my kiss run-down-round that thing!
I'm caressing your voice
an' no one can tell
that my hands find your chakras all up in a swell.
We talk of the scenery.
I mention the ring
an' imagine my kiss run-down-round that thing!
You slip in with a tease,
a smile and sway.
There's nothing more sweet than to feel this give way.
I'm shakin' this off.
This dangerous flirt.
Then my mind sees you wiggle like a worm in the dirt.
I'm diggin' the memory,
gonna keep it inside
an' smile when seein' a worm wiggle by.
See, gardening and lovin'
they're kinda the same
caressing a flower leaves you flippin' insane!
we talk of my journey
Then I'm spinnin' my ring
an' I see me right back kissing down-round that thing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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