She wanted things
That sometimes made her blush

She daydreamt of things
That maybe she should not

She craved things
That many would never consider

She’d tasted things
Her senses could never forget

She was awake, alive 
And she wanted so much more

Lucky for her, there was no thing
He didn’t also want

And many things he craved and executed 
Which surprised the hell out of her 

There was no place they wouldn’t go

10 thoughts on “Things

    • Lovely poem? Or were you referring to me as lovely? I’ll assume my poem…and for that I thank you.

      I do not care to discuss my wants any further with anyone but M.

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