Just words.

Dirty little secrets-part one

She knew. The first time I saw her face. I loved her. Once in a private moment. I told her. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth.  Some people enrage the heart and behold our dreams and wishes. Best for us to be apart.  If you wanted me. Would be a prelude to storm of anger and disappointment.

Exquisite woman face and eyes came near. Hot Summer day and the beach. I made her talk and I could not look away. She knew she stole my heart and wishes.  I worship her face, legs and my wandering wishes wanted  to hold her waist tightly and kiss her sweet lips, neck and face.

I know life is twisted. You want what can’t be held and the Poet wrote for his muse. Secret words. Hidden in closed books.
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