Idle Hands
my idle hands
are restless
with the thought of you
fingertips burning
to trace lines
across your skin
up your spine
across your shoulders
along your jaw
your eyelids would flutter
and close
as these skilled hands
that have learned you
so well
set you adrift
it's bliss
at my fingertips
if only you were here
to touch
and I want it so much
something
for idle hands to do
with less than idle
thoughts of you.
DJ McGonigal - May, 2003
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