Indecently decent
A smile under the sheets
A soft body
Speaking a language
Only you can hear
You feel a caress
In a subtle whisper
A tremble
Of a waist between your palms
A deep kiss
In places unseen
To others
Only you
You hold this key
We make love in a window
Voyeurs feed off
The scene of our skin
Vanille and brandy
A dark jazz tune
We feed their frenzy
And then
Close the windows to
The
Room
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