When your two hands in my
back, tie me up, I hug you
Tenderly, cotton, rounded, I embrace yours forms and
Make stand out your teasing roundness
Only I can grasp you beyond time's span
I hurt the hands that try by excess of great haste to slacken me
So to relay me to the rank of an accessory
But the end of my grasp is a prelude to so many other pleasures that I give
in my share
Point of joint in your back,
I cross under your arms without ever impeding,
Always cautious and faithfull
Skin-deep, I know your smell
And I follow all your movements,
Trough crazy runs where mischievous seams erects tiny heads
Excited, you drop me on the floor
Entertain with me a carnal relation
Functional, even when you let drop
Carelessly the braces long your neck,
Languorously so to make dream the tamed machos
When your two hands in my back, tie me up, I hug you