Innocent
My dreams sway from pristine to bawdy bold,
Nocturnal dirty secrets, truth be told -
Under the blanket of the dark they gush,
The mere thought of it at dawn makes me blush.
I shuck the naughty layers of the night,
As coy chimeras dissipate by light.
I'm innocent by daytime protocols,
Till, yet again, the shady curtain falls...
February 25, 2022
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2022
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