Tony Crisp No Words

No words, But let your heart be gentle Like a jelly, Or your belly When you laugh. No words, But lots of kisses, And wet noses Or damp crinkly toes's Like when we have a bath. No words, But smiling At quick fags Had by starlight On your garden path. No words, Not when you hold me And enfold me Slip sliding And colliding When you warm me at your hearth. No words As your titties Press against me As our eagerness has ebbed And we lie there Breathing silence To touch each others heart. Art by Caroline Atkinson Tony Crisp Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp

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