Pretty lashes dance in time
To the rhythm of the clouds
In my head she’s all mine –
The only place allowed

There’s a hole under her lip,
She’s got bewildering jet black hair
I’m comforted in her eyes,
Her solemn knowing stare

I keep her to myself
She’s my deliciously quiet secret
Doing dark deeds in dark corners,
Until our energy has depleted

Her curves are so familiar
Like my own,
They’re soft to touch
Overwhelmed with her sweetness –
Oh! It’s all too much

She’s not quite around the corner
Or just around the bend
She’s miles away in the day time
But at night, she’s in my bed

Whispers and mild overtones
About our clandestine rendezvous
Confidential and private
Her very presence is my muse

Her every thought is captivating
Her ideas are felt through her hands

I cannot tell my best friend about her
Because I don’t think she’ll understand