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Him
Dark Mysterious
Who are you?
I know your body
But do I know you?
Passionate, Sexy, Sensually Slow
Sultry, Slippery - is all i know
I know your skin, as if my own
Yet there is so much still unknown
Stolen moments, hundreds of hours alone
Yet so few words are truly spoke
Your smell, your touch, your taste
All stowed in memory for times alone
Whispered words, ...
Tuesday 8th October 2024 8:41 am
Behind closed doors
Please,
Take a seat
Sit comfortably,
Pick up a book
Make yourself at home
Can you see me through the telephone wire?
I am waiting for your call
READ
Get lost,
Between the pages
Fall asleep
Dream
Dream about those pages –
I wrote for you
WAKE UP
Leave that seat-
Come into the other room
I am here, waiting.
The curtains are...
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