Lips, tongues, and fingertips,
Running aimlessly.
Everywhere.
Seconds.
Minutes.
Passing
With no one the wiser.
No one knows;
Of the heated breaths
passing between us.
Of the secrets whispered
Underneath the sheets.
Or the chuckled breaths
Shared inches apart.
No one knows about any of it,
Of our love shared.
Between us.
Made by us.
Hidden from the surface.
Close the blinds.
Close the door.
Turn the lock.
Hide.
So no one knows.
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Occupational Hazard
Poetryjust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
