Dirty Secret

Woman from my fantasies

figment of my mind.

Painted face, and tinted hair

crimson lips defined.



Something scanty, silk and lace

flimsy, sheer and bold.

Watching neighbors shout disgrace

biddies growing old.



Take my arm and strut your charm,

lips curled in a pout.

Tongues can wag and fingers point,

my dirty secrets out.



All the hubbies hide their smile

frowning, shaking heads.

Green with envy, all the while

going to lonely beds.



Plunging neckline, mini dress

stockings, spiked high heels

Swinging hips, inviting lips

touch of thigh revealed.



Romantic dinner, candlelight

pretend that she’s my niece.

Slow dancing in a private place

rumors never cease.



Shop for perfume, sexy clothes

revealing lingerie.

My mistress and eternal youth

always gets her way.



Her beauty makes me young again

affection so devout.

Frankly I don’t give a damn

my dirty secrets out.

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