Married to Fantasies

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secretme
secretme
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Married to Fantasies

heated breaths caress my neck
approach is from behind
the fingerprints on flesh on hips
the one and only sign

covered easily by cloth
lips speak less than eyes
I wonder if he knows the truth
as at his side I lie


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TarakinTarakinabout 16 years ago
Good work!

I read it more than twice, and that rarely happens. Good work!

voluptuary_manquevoluptuary_manqueabout 16 years ago
Be still, my heart!

Shoot, it I didn't have other (not better!) things to do this one would make me sneak up on the napping one and make a nuisance of myself.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 16 years ago
Need another fix!

Interesting poem, it has a nice flow to it. A tad short...But what I really wanted to say is..............MORE STORIES! 'Nuff said!

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