Erotic PoetryAfter FourIt's after four in the morning...
why are you up so late?
Is it the words I whispered,
all raising your heart rate?
It's after four in the morning...
why haven't you gone to bed?
Is it that desire you feel
at the naughty things I've said?
It's after four in the morning...
why aren't you asleep?
Is it the lust we're fighting,
the need that makes us weep?
It's after four in the morning...
why don't you come to me?
Take me, my darling, I'm open,
ready, and hungry to be!
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