Tipsy daze were just foreplay for the passionate midnight sexcapades.
Every Sunday Drinking champaign, Not practicing self-restraint Sneaking into privet estates Dive into the grotto pool.
My late night wicked pagan lover, Two lonely hearts bonded over confessions in the dark. We were nympholepts in retrospect.
All clinquant, in gold light But turned to heathens, in the night.
Dancing in rhythmic eruptions of fevered delight. Wondering eyes are tantalized You are luxurious, feral, **** boy personified. I was mystified by the wild & eroticized by the style. A Huckleberry Finn identical twin, ohh but of corse -You had a Porsche.