Stolen Sweets Poem by Harlequin Rose

You have come here
in pursuit of your deepest urge
you have simply wanted
an object to crave
you have never wanted somebody sexually
so bad in your life
but yours is a fantasy
that remains hidden by day
and is stirred by falling shadows
a secret desire
a passion so clear
but so quiet
see you, like me,
hunger for your own sex
and must steal into the night
to satisfy the urge
and so you've come to me
hardly a woman of resistance
needing to be touched
wanting to be tasted
crying because you wish the passion would subside
hating this desire you've always felt
uncover the flame my dear
for, where no passion is found
no virtue ever dwelt.