Let's romance our first,
And not our second thoughts of love.
To maybe caused and tossed about,
By doubt.
Kept to keep in a closet.
Fearing them to come out.
We now can embrace,
And warm those frosted shoulders.
To do away with a pretense meant,
That would leave others unaware...
And convinced,
Far from us are those wanted wild desires.
I want to be with you naked or clothed.
Showing together with it known to expose,
I love the kissing of your lips.
Your touch and hugs,
Whenever I can get them.
Let's romance our first,
And not our second thoughts of love.
To maybe caused and tossed about,
By doubt.
I know what I see to me revealed.
And hard it is,
To keep what we know denied.
Isn't it?
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