Electric Maniac Bob and Wheel
Caress,
healing with a soft touch;
My head is such a mess;
You sometimes are too much;
I’m used to the darkness;
Gentle,
a pair of loving hands;
Your desire is subtle
but I know where it stands;
A prize on a mantle;
Pitch black;
Senses charge blindfolded;
This slow trail down my back
out of shadows jolted;
Electric maniac.
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