Warm Secrets

A Poem by Leo Allen

The red danced along the walls

As we lay in front of the fire.

Our blood boiled and our lust steamed,

Ruled, fueled, by our desires.

Your hair entangled my fingers

and we came to be sleepless.

Completely, utterly enraptured

As we whispered warm secrets.

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Added on March 16, 2016
Last Updated on March 16, 2016

Just a guy with a passion for writing stories short enough to keep my own attention. English with a linguistics emphasis BA at BSU. more..

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