How enchanting are those chains
On your toes
The rhythm of it
Plays havoc on my mind
When you walk down the corridor
I hold my breath
In case I miss your tempo
My heart twists in rapture
When I imagine your breasts swinging
Cavorting with the breeze
Your lustrous locks clinging
To the sweat dripping
From your center
I dare not look out of my window
For I know
You will disappear
And the melody of your anklets
Will haunt me
Forever.
©LR
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