The curtain can’t possibly hide…
This flame burning through my skin…
You have imprisoned my senses with your half-truths…
And I find my morals brittle in the many layers of your orange bed sheet.
You ask me to stand here in your arms…
And think nothing…
You envelope my waist…
And I fall on you leaving behind my former rulebooks!
Your lips guide me through your ravenous clutches…
And I feel bare under your experienced hands.
You address your kisses strategically…
Whilst your fingertips find their way to my mounds!
You stretch and pull my senses to your interests…
And turn me over…
Just so you could place a lingering touch on my Décolletage…
And weave your impish thoughts!
You lock me in…
As our legs entwine…
In that hurried insatiable hunger…
You set my soul on fire…
Hidden…
And hushed we finally meet!