Sacred bedroom confession
Whenever in bed, with my other half close by, lying contentedly tucked
underneath silky linen sheets, feisty bodies now engaged in our moment
of lustful ecstasy, though it is your damn eyes I rather see in my own
little world of secret privacy, feeling quite friskily, achefully desiring
another playful love affair with my always imaginary lover boy by my
lonesome side, my silent partaker living freely from inside my head.
Hello again my secret dear friend.
underneath silky linen sheets, feisty bodies now engaged in our moment
of lustful ecstasy, though it is your damn eyes I rather see in my own
little world of secret privacy, feeling quite friskily, achefully desiring
another playful love affair with my always imaginary lover boy by my
lonesome side, my silent partaker living freely from inside my head.
Hello again my secret dear friend.
This Poems Story
The flirting of our deceived hearts
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