I've tired of bitter men grown soft
long nights spooning, no hopes to rise
lead us to a winding staircase
hold me close as one inclined
proceed on landings, now unattended
unleash this body, so much refined
share harsh kisses in a cloak room
expose desires you once declined
yield lost secrets when encountered
show me places hard to find
choose me, lost in forgotten pleasures
with your instructions, I will comply
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6-28-16
revised 2025
*2025 Pride
Tacklebarn Press
