By B.K.
Date: 2005 Jun 23
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Lighting the Fuse to the Dynamite

You slip the tip of your tongue
Start at the base of my spine
Slowly working up
While you slyly mess with my mind
I pretend that you're not there
That I don't even care
You then cover the inside of my arm
With that same lip charm
All the way from my elbow
To the soft pads of my fingertips
Oh but I can be the Queen of Mean
Brutal pretending you don't even exist
Until you look at me with such fire in your eyes
Letting me know you won't put up with this
You then take me into your arms
Tilt me back into tango bliss
Knowing you have unlaced my mind
You then poison my mouth with your kiss