French Lace


Alabaster silken skin, strokin’ with kid gloves.
Pinch me if this ain’t heaven, it must be love.
Pushin’ all my buttons, from pleasure thru to pain,
excitin’ my aged/in’ body and te-a-s-in’ my brain,

goin’ like the clappers,
I got the bells of Notre Dame swingin’ in my face.
Parisian jack-hammer:
Makes my body sweat ‘n’ my old heart race.

French letter/lace.

Expertly feels her blindfolded way, got me spellbound.
I got distracted, got waylaid, but Cheri I’m here now.
Speakin’ music’lly in tongues, the language of love
I reply with a French kiss, hopin’ it’s good enough.

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©29.4.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Pushin’ all my buttons, no pain no gain,
I got distracted, got waylaid, but baby now I’m found.
Expertly feels her blinded way, she’s bin around,
I got distracted, got waylaid, but Cheri I’m spellbound.
Speakin’ music’lly in tongues, sounds soft an’ good,
I reply with a French kiss, this must be love.


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