Romance · Sexual

Thieves of desires

Her knocks on my door only sound at midnight
The lure that accompanies her presence is more intruguing late at night
She comes bearing wiles not well pruchased in daylight.
She never demands more than I can offer
Her apetite one of a cultured lady of far realms
The sway of her hips
The hipnosis of her low tones
A master of herself.
She never stays to watch the break of dawns
She never plays for keeps
Sneaking out of my still warm sheets like a thieve.


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