Midnight Rendezvous

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    Midnight Rendezvous

    Intrigued
    The faint touch of a stranger
    Sending an electric spark of arousal
    Teeth biting on skin ever so playfully
    A sultry discovery of sensations
    It’s all a game
    The game of seduction
    As holds true
    It’s all fun until someone gets hurt
    And of course
    It’s a scrape on the heart
    Not the knee kiddo

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    kndeloy’s Poems (4)

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    Sweet Seduction 1
    Midnight Rendezvous 0
    Wickedly Sweet 0
    Peace of mind 2