Free Time
Day too long been pilin' up
so when you smile me up
and down to my bones
ta hell with the phones and loans
groans and moans trump hands down.
Where ya been, outa town?
Who cares those eyes, oh my
pecs and gluts, ceps and thighs...
enfold me embrace me
hold on tight and face me
naked as you are in
unabashed tenderness
tongue flicks enmeshed with
grips kneading our flesh
in togetherness despite all
we feel at one with god's
creation.
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