My Secret Lover Poem by Atasha Williams

Oh
My
Gosh! ! !
I miss it oh soooooooo much
When he smiled at me, can't help but blush,
God! ! I miss His touch.

It began with him being just my friend,
He said that he wished it did not have to end.
To me, he was jus my secret fling,
Nothing else but his third leg he had to bring.

To the table, where he threw me,
Fling me and he flew me,
Down the stairs we would rock & rolled
This secret to no-one could ever be told.

I love it when he kissed me
He would smell me and caress me,
Do all sorts of things to my body,
With his long and tasty anatomy.

But I am very married, and so is he.
This secret bond can no longer be,
Maybe in another lifetime you will agree,
You might belong to only me!

I guess I'll see you next lifetime! ! ! ! !