Inappropriateness

Inappropriate thoughts Derived from man Nipples taut Delicate hands Golden mane Ombré perfection That's my plane The wrong direction Lips like mine Soft and smooth We intertwine Curve and groove I work my hands In a place familiar Answering demands Results are killer Fingers on skin Soft to a tickle I see her grin Our thoughts, fickle Too feminine are we To take this route But inevitably We taste the fruit