The hands of a lady
The hands of a lady, what pleasures they bring
For the one who owns them, you might do anything
But please be assured, for there is no doubt
If you should annoy them, they would tear your eyes out
The legs of a lady, that promise delight
The more you can see, the better the sight
But don’t you forget, whatever you do
if they get ‘round your neck, they could strangle you
The mouth of a lady, the height of desire
Can suck you in so easily and fill you with fire
But it can just as easily tear you apart
with words that cut you straight to the heart
The eyes of a lady that tell so much
Whether you can feel or if you can touch
They also show clearly when wanted you’re not
When what they want, you haven’t got
The heart of a lady, sometimes so pure
When you’re depressed she has the cure
But don’t you forget, don’t say you weren’t told
that selfsame heart can be brittle and cold
The other parts of a lady are for us to discover
For one will never be quite like any other
We could go on forever dreaming of their features
But let us never forget they are
fascinating, beautiful creatures
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