THE BIOLOGY OF P T S
Printed matter
Pinky pitter patters around your
Physical property
Five toed hands prowling
Like private eyes on exercises.
My fingers in your hair
My thoughts tangled on your tongue
Tickles as it slides slick
Silky into my ear
Around the frontal lobe
And I hear myself think.
Secret ideas
Sneaking into every strand
Smoothing and curling
The question on
Several sorties into your mind.
We don’t mind,
Slipping into premeditated touch symphonies
Perfectly timed sensations
Purely truthful synergy.
From Lottie 2012
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I'm not in just now, but you're welcome to stay a while and doodle me a note. Make yourself a cuppa if you like, otherwise there's some beer in the fridge, and probably some left-over chocolate cake. No pinching my turkish delight though, and whatever you do, don't feed the cat, she's completely loony.
Lottie