with hidden surprise
devouring
the night.
disregarding
first light.
engulfed
by time,
feeling
so sublime
writhing
in passion.
dressed
in heated fashion.
accumulating
pleasure,
yet
waiting for good measure
until
at last...
sigh,
the moment’s passed.
without
a word or more
he’s
gone out the door.
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