Your hands They get in the way I don’t mean they are clumsy But when the mood is upon us You will fi
Your hands They get in the way I don’t mean they are clumsy But when the mood is upon us You will find my hands have a certainty about them In their agenda for your strung out delight And they must not be distracted Not by a reflexive spasm That might break my concentration For you do so like it when I concentrate on you, don’t you? Let’s get those darling hands tied up all pretty then -- source link
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