Mark R Slaughter - Her Hidden Treasure lyrics

Her flame was only for the women – Not for us unlucky men; A weakness lay for feminine way: To feel an even fairer skin In silky slide. Her lips were for the satin love that Only flows from rising breast; The creamy tan was not for man To pull towards a chiselled chest In weathered hide. Her hidden treasure down below Would shy away from macho length And only rouse upon the blouse Undone by other sapphic strength – In time, inside!