In The Pantry Where Secrets Dwell

In The Pantry Where Secrets Dwell A story now I’ll softly tell. Of moments lost to time’s embrace, And passions found in hidden space. A touch of hard, cool, and wet, A memory of joy I won't forget. With every glide, with every thrust, It wakes the senses and stirs up lust. On the counter top, a fiery sheen, Reflects desires, pure and keen. A silent partner at day and night, Brings pleasure’s peaks, intense delight. No judgment, just open heart, Deeply exploring, every part. With moans and gasps of glee, It gets me slowly into ecstasy. In the drawer, it might reside, This trusty friend I do not hide. For in its form, I find release, A journey’s end, a moment’s peace. So here’s to nights when shadows fall, To moments shared, desires are small. A wet embrace, a lover’s toy, In a quiet room, it brings me joy.