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He took her in his arms and tore …
He took her in his arms and tore
The buttons off her blouse, she
Didn’t seem to notice, doesn’t care
When she’s aroused. Her dress
Sense fell to nothing, there are lots
More in the shops, to his whispered,
‘God, I want you,’ she replied, ‘do
What you want.’
He took her in his arms and tore
The ribbons from her hair, tumbling
Tresses, sweet caresses, shaken
Hearts are stirred. Fingers, finding
Fingers, searching lips and hungry
Eyes, heated kisses, squeezing
Kisses, up and down her spine.
He took her in his arms and tore ...
Well, let’s not be precise, he tore
What you might think he tore, an
Embroidered work in white. He
Met with no resistance, no force
That might repel, he whispered,
‘God, I love you,’ she whispered,
‘I can tell.’
© Joseph G Dawson