She Comes At Night
She calls at random hours
And settles by my side
Provoking while she whispers
Appealing to my pride.
I know that she adores me
We are so mad in love
We’re made just for each other
A match of hand and glove.
She teases and I answer
To her demand, her plea
We are on the same wavelength
She has her way with me.
In the end she leaves in silence
I can sleep but only when
I recover my composure
And my thoughts I put to pen.
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Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
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