The softest echo of a heart
Are passions of someone with a secret to love
To express themselves in a manner that feels unmannered
For what I have to say feels like a ***** secret;
Something that would sound so risky

In person, I’m the furthest away from indecent
Still with the right mind set,
I could say things to leave you in pieces
And with a deep sense,
I’d whisper deeply all my unholy secrets,
Wishing for you on my wish list, that I wrote in secret

Like what forms a word, I’ve been well informed
To know that what I say is my target, I make it a goal
Whether whole or hole; there’s always a choice to take
Your servings in full, or to be left hollow in your words after

It could start with laughter, from tickling kisses that go
Up and down; to a crown of piercing sharp licks of head,
But instead the game goes well, by one being pleased and teased
And the shaking of a headboard from shaking knees

Yes indeed, a good loving is hot;
And a good reason for us being caught up in this heat
So don’t forget to breathe; but also know there’s no retreat
As a bedroom isn’t a place for the weak, caught in sheets
And neither for anyone to sound off their moans as meek

It’s a storm of passion; calm for a beginning,
Before the roars of thundering clapping gates
The pours of rain in the sweat dripping down your face,

Without haste, I shall bite the bullet after it’s taste
Another round, another round; shots of chance to pierce through you
A scar so deep,—a memory of last night,
replaying for tomorrow

...last night’s events,
where as eventful as I’d hoped for in this 10:45 hour