(date uncertain)
I can’t keep from touching it,
Fingers twitching to think
How it must feel,
How tender a place,
Stiff, yet yielding,
Drawing the sounds of joy
That sound like pain,
I can’t held but want
To touch it again
And again,
Make you want me
To do more with more
Than just my fingers,
To go deeper than
Just that place,
Which is really
The key hole to
The place
Where the real joy is,
I can’t keep from thinking
How soft that place is,
A cave with silken walls
That close around me
As I enter
And bring us both
Joy.
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