A sweet sensuous secret
Plays upon my lips
How I delight in holding it close to me
Softly whispering
in between your sweet kisses
That I’ll never tell
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The promise of pleasure
Conjures up piqued fantasies
That ever will pale
In comparison to what will come
And yet we wait with bated breath
For what will be
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I feel your soft breath
A gasp escapes
Errantly revealing
The desire i hold within
Afraid to let it be yours
Dear one,
i forgo so much
to please you
but resentment grows
like a stubborn
unwieldy weed
each word you utter in just jest
and all that i must not take so seriously
they solemnly gather
in dark slashing lines
surrounding me
their meanings rise
like too long stifled truth
each begs for due consideration
for its time in allotted worry…
but there is only so much i can do
before i break
and escape this
soft and cunning
prison
of promises and pleas.
What would it be like? i ask
and you are bemused.
pity pools in your eyes
escaping before
a knowing smile tugs into a smirk.
how will you ever know?
say your lips
politely pursed shut.
will you ever know?
instinctively your head
shakes no, no.
Startled.
Blanch…tighten…rigid…re-mask.
a hand rubbed face
erases…
an imperceptible nod
encourages instead.
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