Triolet de la Petite Mort
I know the places to caress
and kiss you to your little death
I'll slip my hand inside your dress
I know the places to caress
Let me alleviate your stress
until you pulse and catch your breath
I know the places to caress
and kiss you to your little death.
Lynn Dye
Tue 14th Dec 2010 15:24
Delightfully saucy, think that may work for me on occasions, lol.
Thank you John also for your lovely comments on my ghazal. x