Secret Lives

burn

Open, free, random acts of momentary pleasure,
Flirting with strangers that become temporary lovers,
Just one time, but the best time,
Every night.

Startle her with new techniques,
Picked up from your passing fancies,
There’s no pain in this, just a satisfaction of sorts,
On repeat.

Tuck in your shirt and wipe off that lipstick smile,
Imprinted on your chest during a thirty-minute encounter,
It won’t hurt, if everyone tells the same lies,
To each other.

It doesn’t matter who struck the first match,
Heated moments, fanning the flames,
Sparks that fly in the night sky,
We all burn.
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We all burn.


Yes, that we do Nic.

(I'm glad to see you back!)
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random acts of momentary pleasure


Nice line.