Wristlock

Don’t think you’ll move too much
Makes you moist to touch
Can’t keep my mind of your sighs

No you won’t see too much
Blind and relying on touch
Won’t know just what’s on my mind

All the things that I’m planning on doing
Will overload you
Like the tension
Want to make sure that it’s real tight
Can’t get away
Got to last all night

Flesh that burns like arctic ice
Body teased
No respite
You can picture anyone
Unable to move
Your own delight
Why would I want anyone else

© 2006, Mosquitobyte