Tick TockA Poem by pam lovea dark thought
Fly by night my friend , you'll not be seen.
By the light of the moon you'll fulfill my dreams. Sneak in here no shadows cast.. No future told in my looking glass. Tap , tap , tap on the window pane . Raising the glass , begins the game. The prey or hunter no difference between. Shared guilt and shame if ever seen. Coming together with burning desire. Melting with fever climbing higher an higher. Tick tock goes the clock, dripping sands of time. Hurry my lover ,your pleasure is mine. © 2018 pam love |
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