Things that work
My arms were made for loving, designed to hug you tight, to comfort and protect you, to make the wrong seem right
To hold you securely if you're frightened by the dark, to ignite a night of passion, they can also be that spark
On the end of my arms are gadgets, designed to entwine with yours, fingers mingled in lovers knots, as my hand slides into yours
Arms long enough to reach anywhere, they take my hands to every curve, they can also bring you dinner, their Queen they live to serve
When they run across you skin, my hands stop at your beating heart, so I can memorise its rhythm, for when we are apart
Designed to bring you flowers, or chocolates to your door, to hug you hello or to say goodbye, you can feel they ache for more
Feeling you so close to me, I'm thankful for the use of hands and arms, without them I couldn't write you poetry, about your loving charms
So though I might be broken and you are so far away, I'd give all a broken poet can give, to love you every day
THE KINKY POET