Intimate Friends
She’s a beautiful friend of mine
I can tell her anything.
She knows me and all that I am
She trusts in me.
But my friendship has turned to lust
and her beauty has become suddenly appealing.
She is unaware of my intimate eyes
I want her
I long for her
But she is my beautiful friend
She walks through my mind and lives in my dreams
Her voice soothes me
Then late one night she called me and said come quick.
Rushing thinking something was wrong.
I arrived at her door pounding
Upon opening my heart raced with fear
My imagination runs wild as she greets me with wet kisses
Then she spoke I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time now.
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