Friday afternoon(The four handed poem)
Since that Friday Friday afternoon I´m having problems To get you out of my mind I want to feel your voice Near me I want to hear your hands Inside me I want to love Every bit of your body Like it was underskin Let´s spend some time Some time alone Let´s spend some time Some time together Let´s spend some time Some time alone Alone To gather Together I sit alone Inside my room Waiting for another Friday afternoon Your hands Upon my shoulders Your lips Near mines And when you touch me My pain is leaving Around and willing My favorite feeling -x-