High on Your Thighs
Comforting more than all the world’s advise, Home to a man’s uncried cries, Girl, I don’t know how your thighs, Turn sleepless nights into blissful sighs! When I kiss them, they quiver like rose petals, Your thighs are a grown up man’s cradle Curtained by your tresses, when I lie in your lap’s warmth, My…
