Illicit love! I dare not speak aloud -
Though it whispers through my writing
And I steal a peek at your 3am smile
Captured, kept hidden, admired unaware
Daring to desire She I Cannot Hold
Can you feel my hands on your face?
With my mental massage of scented oil
Caressing and kissing as I soften your skin
Will you catch me in my foolishness?
Has my mail bell spilled my secret?
And will I ever find out...
Should you stumble upon this in dejanews?
Posted by BlueWolf on March 25, 2005 12:04 AM