When we cuddle, you're an octopus.
Your hands are everywhere.
And though we said four feet on the floor,
You still try things here and there.
And when I said no tongue, I meant
No passionate kissing of any kind,
But you seem to find a way
And it's the only thing on your mind
I just go along with everything,
But could we stick to holding hands
It's about the only thing I'm comfortable with
And what I understand.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
