Nails Of Love

Nails Of Love

They can walk across a table top

Or glide across the back

Or tap a punchy rhythm 

Clickity Clickity Clack

The perfect tools to scratch away 

That itch one can’t abide 

Or point directly to your choice 

When you finally decide

Sharpened in a subtle way

Curved like a carvers tool

Pleasuring with the softest touch

Bordering on cruel

A woman wields these weapons well 

They convey her true desires

Conduits of intensity 

To set the skin on fire

Instruments so precise

Picking up each detail

Talons made from Keratin

On which the heart’s impaled 

Gliding gently across the skin

Gone the evening gloves

Relishing the reciprocal response

From your wicked Nails Of Love

John Snelling

03:15:19

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