Thursday, 3 August 2017

Stressing Undressing

Do you feel my heart–beat,
My palpitations are full of you,
From my head down to my feet
I am down, feeling blue.

I am in a rush to see you blush
When you reveal to me your bush,
You are meek when you seek
To tickle my feet when we meet.

We loved massaging
And thus relieving
What you were seething
About me not believing.

You used to visit me,
We had a lot to say,
You were subliminally
Enticing me to play.

You used to wear a dress,
This was to impress
Me with more and not less
Then we used to transgress.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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