Filthy little secretA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittYou make me feel like a harlot when you do what you do those things that make even the most bawdy girls blush.
You take away my modest decency replacing it with lust, and sweat and all out abandon thank you.
My nights are more interesting now, and my skin has never looked so radiant people are begining to as what is different about me and I hesitate for a second and say it must be the weather
or the fact that the economy is picking up
I know that they would never understand how your body moving just out of reach and your eyes darting all over the room can make a w***e out of me But you understand, so I beg you, please don't stop and I fret that someday you will have to. but for tonight and tomorrow, please stay
my filthy little secret. © 2011 Sarah McKeever HittReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 4, 2011 Last Updated on August 4, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |