High-Heels ‘n’ Handcuffs


Memories flood in from a sleepy haze,
rushing me back to hellion days.
What you get is what you see:
reality betters fantasy!

Looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth,
but they ain’t watchin’ her here and now.

High-heels and handcuffs!

Dark secrets whispered in climatic gasps,
hold on tight in a love starved clasp.
Shades of grey, sensuality:
tied and chained, but we are free.

Looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth,
but they ain’t spellbound here and now.

CHORUS

It’s about time I copped it sweet,
gold fettles grace her petite feet.
All to myself, a private show,
suck her in from head to toes.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©11.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

gold chains grace her petite feet.
hold on tight to Cleopatra’s asp.
reality better than fantasy!
realities better than fantasy!
realities toppin’ fantasy!


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