Behind Closed Doors
She’s wily and uncontrollable,
a sheer devil in disguise.
She pretends to be an angel
but she’s pure lust in my eyes.
She says she never wants for more
but I know all too well
that if I don’t give her all of me,
she’ll wish me down to hell.
Please appreciate the humor here,
for when two are very close,
there may not be time for flowers
or the need to be verbose.
There lies many an expectation,
in time, between two hearts.
At times it may seem almost crazy,
but that’s when the fun really starts.
So, behind the doors, privacy,
where passion makes a stand.
Forget about all normalcies
and give in to demands.
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