She.Rushes..Home..To Her Secret Poem by James McLain

Dirty her mind cannot stop it is out but how
of all the nights before she shut her door to
heart rubs hand.
Did one of them pull it out of messy me dirty
thoughts get out of hand and into the other.
Blast that dirty little secret it only works when
I am asleep feels tight the lid he did.
I am not asleep and I'm soaked again in sin
thinking back a long ways back even further
to far just right again asleep inside my dirty
little secret and me.
It erupts night after night now fully covered I await
discory as with all history here all over again.