the sentimental secrets seeping in silence
as i roll over in sackcloth of sensual search
in the vale of sexual illusions...
in the unison of two unhaloed bodies
floating in aluvial sweats of sensousness
only time will tell...
the shared secrets of sinistral soul-mates
holed up in the tryst of premarital sexcapades
an exercise in sacrilegious self-gratification;
two bodies in the vice-grip of false time...
only time will tell...
the moon, the stars, the sun, the bulbs
blind be
hush...stifling moans of illicit lovers
defiling innocent temple of singlehood
only time will tell...
kiss but don't tell
a smooch here and there
but no confession...
some fondly and fiddling inside
hush...lissom lips kept lisping
only time will tell...
when we're done
everything's undone
only time will tell...
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