Secret Lover
Caress me with your softness
Leave me wanting more,
A gentle brush, a gentle kiss
Is what I'm longing for.
Your kiss upon my nakedness
The way you make me feel.
I find myself just asking
Is this really real?
Your kiss of warmth is longing
A chill runs up my spine,
The softness and the briskness
To bad you not just mine.
I always have to share you
You can never be just mine,
I can not trap or keep you
You belong to all mankind.
So caress me, kiss me, tickle me
No one will ever know,
I'll keep our little secret
I'll never let it show.
Just don't stop.
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