Moonlight hung silky sheets from my bed and love,
Quietly tiptoed to my door and climbed into warm chortle desire.
Trapped in a hazy fog by your delicious kisses I stared concentrated desire in her eyes.
We found perfect love, it satisfied desire, laughing we turned into the glass wall,
Our passion satisfied, hearts longing!
Dorothy
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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