I hear your voice in public, and your measured words
Remind me that we must, the busy world, deceive.
I know your voice in private, when your whispered words
Reveal to me the wicked passion I’ll receive.
I feel your hands in public, and your gentle touch
Is reassuring me that I am not alone.
I know your hands in private, where your heated touch
Excites responses unlike any I have known.
I feel your lips in public, and your tender kiss
Whispers against my cheek; a manner that’s so chaste.
I know your lips in private; how your passioned kiss
Can stir my very essence with our salty taste.
Come, share your love with me, my only heart’s desire.
Your voice, your hands, your lips, have all set my blood afire.
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