Midnight Walk
Gently down my narrow path
He led with uncontrolled urge
Between pleasure and pouring sweat
Carefully through my slippery tunnel
We swayed between silent sheets
And the little unheard voices
Turned to a pleading situation
He paused to watch me count
One...two.. or maybe four lapses or shots?
Then he entered hard into our destiny
And the midnight walk became an adventure
Copyright © Masinde Risper | Year Posted 2021
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