Take me by my right hand
and lead me with my left.
You can't touch these pretty titties
If you can't touch what's behind my left breast.
Handprints of never lasting men
throwing rocks & stones
If I didn't Let them in
But none of them, none of them
Took me by my RIGHT HAND.
And all of them, all of them
I had hoped to be the right man.
I say...lead me with my left
But the truth is, I have nothing left.
So excussssse me!! But my PUSSY
Will not be what he's out to get.
STROKE in my hair,
MOAN the words, "I love you"
FONDLE with my humor,
Practice PROTECTION..
so that I could TRUST you.
Take me by my right hand.
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Author:
S.C Williams (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2017 13:07
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Powerful writing. As a left-hander I am not sure which hand is the "right" one. Coming from an old guy, believe me S.C., sooner or later the "right" man will come along, and then you don't care which hand he takes!
Thanks so much for commenting and most of all for reading fred
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