Secrets
Gently now, my sweet
tell me the secrets you keep.
What fashions the mystery you are?
Whisper it, Love, with mind ajar.
Whence cometh your charm abundant?
I praise it such I’m often redundant.
What put goodness in every pore?
I partake of it, wanting ever more.
What gives rise to your alluring smile?
It’s a model’s asset, part of your style.
And those eyes—how do they kindle desire?
Two of you, two more that ignite my fire.
Where did you find hair that’s a treasure?
Languishing in it is an unsurpassed pleasure.
Yes, tell me darling so when I awake
deeper the love we will gently make.
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