Fitting To Your Hand

A blushing confession and a pleasing read.

It take two to dance they say

And they surely seem to go hand in hand.

You so pander to my posterior sir

Some things I can't resist! ;

Do list them - I shall honour each item

Wouldn't you rather guess?  

what is the prize?

What do you think it should be?

Something that leads me to want to guess

And here we've gone in a circle.  I think that imagination is more than competent to fulfill a satisfactory finale.

Like a glove, I need more light to read the red :))

I will go back to black - smiles

a fitting write to my hand words are raw and bear the gentle slap is just what you need to get you ready to fly

I will fly in my next verses I hope

beautifully fitting indeed with an added gentle slap to each breast...humm

The sweetest gentlemen I seem to know
Are poets, who will pause their quills to show
A gentle, sweet encore,
With the slaps they have in store:
Telling their own story - blow by blow.

well you bring out the sweetness in our sexual soul with your sensual glow of your flow of words...wink

Your words light new fires and flames

THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL MUCH APPREICATED...FOR TO INSPIRE ONE IS A BLESSING OF ENCOURAGEMENT OF THOUGHTS TO EXPAND BEYOND THE UNSEEN HORIZONS WITH ONE LOVE WITH RESPECT...TO A QUEEN

SweetO, I just so happen to read this while listening to some beautiful piano play, both went hand in hand. With the ambiance I was in and the  velvet of your words, it just had to be included in my RL.



--B

You have inadvertently discovered the key to my diary of sensual secrets. And I must say your risque bent is made for writing poems to unclothe the hidden nooks of a man's desire. Given a day to spend reading poetry yours suits my taste perfectly.

XoXoXo
John