The Dead of the Night

by Kristine Mangosing - Not entered

In the dead of the night, you walked in without a sound
and stole into my bed,
You took me into your arms
bursting with desire
and drowned me in your passion.
Submissive, I lay, eagerly responding to your fervent kisses
and fiery caress,
mindlessly surrendering to you.
As I turned to nestle in your embrace,
I found you'd already disappeared among the shadows
to return to the one who's captured your heart
and leaving me to cry bitter tears...
alone in the dead of then night.
Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-04-24 03:08:24
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:11
Poem ID: 49394

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