Brendon
Dallon
It it said
Please go to
My house
To the bed
The perfect pair
The perfect match
What could go wrong?
Maybe Brendon's wife
Or Dallons daughter
Or even Dallons son
Alas wait no more
We have to go there soon
My wife's bound to get here
His wife's bound to get there
Along with Brendon's wife
At nine in the afternoon
I feel him lying there
His hand caress my cheek
He has the kind of gentle touch
The soft and loving kind of touch
The one that warms my heart
The one that makes my knees go weak
Ding Dong!
They hear the doorbell ring
Ding dong!
The sound echoes throughout the house
Like a loud thunderous blast
Ding dong!
The familiar sound of a hidden affair
Heralds their wives are home at last
-Brallon-
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Broems: A Book of Poetry
FanfictionI'm just a wee girl who's decided to devote her life to making poems based on different ships rather than actually participating in life • • • • • • • ••Warning: This may be awful and super cringy••
