Late Night Games.

Risky business, that's all.

There's fire in your heart 
And it's filling your mind 
There's calmness in my step 
And you want them combined 
It's thrilling and risky 
And your mind's pacing fast 
Just push off the coastline 
But keep in mind this wont last 

So you'll do what you need 
And I'll do what I can 
There's a quickness in breathing 
That's not part of the plan 
When you can feel my heart beating 
Your hands start to shake 
You're mind's like a fever 
On the verge of a break 

The sweet taste of redemption 
The secret's not out 
No one can know 
If it's not talked about 
We're lost in our own thoughts 
But there's no care in that 
We're just feeling this out 
While our words, they stay trapped 


Well, let's just say we got carried away 
Let's just say we got .. 
Let's just say the fire burned it away 
Can we just say we got .. 
These moments, you know, will get burried away 
And I'll just say we got .. 
We'll just pretend we got carried away, 
But we both know we're not

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

Been there. Done that. At the moment, it was fun, but later NO one can know. The understanding is there before the games start. You BOTH want to engage in the pleasure. Like a mutual understanding. Kind of like friends with benefits that never talked about this one time encounter. Fun topic.

Patrick

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your poetry. Direct and truthful. This poem tell a story of desire. Wise ending. A wise person knows the different between real and fake. A excellent poem.