Finishing Touches

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Finishing TouchesIn the late afternoon lightshe hopped on for a rideit'd been awhile since I'dhad such a beauty on my Suzukiso I took her to my country placebuilt it with guts n an axsweat pouring down my backhandmade shelves shined with shellachardwood panels smooth as enamelas we walked the stained oak staircaseI said with a grin"I shouldn't have let you inthe hallways need some trimthere's still things to do, this place needs a fewfinishing touchesto put the frosting on the cakeI like to get it right till I'm satisfiedfor as long as it takesI go slow because I knowonly a fool ever rushesthe finishing touches"she sat on my four post bedrolled her stockings down her legsthe skyline was a lipstick redthe hills were magenta and had a hidden agendato seduce our heartslike the neck of a swanthe moon rose curved and longwe made love till dawnslow n old-fashioned, with sweet n tender passionin sheets of night cool and darkwe lay there as onebut our sung wasn't sungour love wasn't donecos soft as morning wind, my hands glided 'cross her skinfor the finishing touchesto put the cherry on the cakeI like to get it right till she's satisfiedfor as long as it takesI go slow because I knowonly a fool ever rushesthe finishing touchesit seemed as the moon went downthe moon makes the world go 'roundlike a silver flame it lit our night of lovepale glow in the hills it left us a couple offinishing touchesfinishing touches(c)2005 Robert George