Quatrain of My Hand Slipped
Shame
My hand lovingly slipped
under your cloths to
fancy how you
feel.
Shame on me for leaving
you exposed, I had to
know if you were
real.
The next time I come up
to you, I promise to
behave, gracious
sake,
Perhaps it would be much
better if I just give
you a naked
handshake.
Yorktown Disciple
Shame
My hand lovingly slipped
under your cloths to
fancy how you
feel.
Shame on me for leaving
you exposed, I had to
know if you were
real.
The next time I come up
to you, I promise to
behave, gracious
sake,
Perhaps it would be much
better if I just give
you a naked
handshake.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11011
Shame
on
me
for
the
exposure
on
me
for
the
exposure
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Quatrain of My Hand Slipped - 11011 - Yorktown Disciple
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