paul weinman
lost yourself
You came with ne ring
in the cloth of your glance
that wiped away warnings
left me naked
to the looks
that were your hands
slowly skimming my skin
with no abrupt break
of sensuality
by that metalšs restriction
from entering my zones
of passion
lust
revealed
in being lost
within your arms
now naked
roin not saying
no
oh, yes.
