Strong Grip
I surrender my power
as your hands
grope my neck
my vulnerability
slipping through
the fingers of
your strong grip
and I'm yours
your fingers on
my face tracing
every place you
moisten my cheek
with your lips
parted they tease
me and you
love my impatience
eager to give
my control
as your hands
grope my neck
Copyright © Blythe Journey | Year Posted 2009
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