O..my love

 

 I hear, soft, soft steps coming toward my bedroom

 but who can it be at this time of night,

 for all is sleep… but for the door to open with a key it could only be he

 O.. my love, I pause for a moment of thought,

 to think if the kitchens clean and ready for his visit,

 for I know the silent rule, it must stay open at all times,

 O..my love come into me

 yet I will pretend to be a sleep,

 less the pounding of my heart shall portray me

 yes I am so excited,

 not knowing were the first kiss will be, yet wet and warm

 tonight I along know where my greatest passion desire is

 I am moist now for my love gates have open without touch

 just thought of what will be

 O..my love,...O..my love, though I try to be silent,

sounds of passion and joy are released from my tender lips

throughout the night with out control

 

Sigo vyron l. brown

 

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