Whispers In The Night Poem by Charles Hancock

Hugs and kisses that are hidden
Pillow talk that's forbidden
Whispers in the night
Passion as hot as cordite

Stealthily meeting in the dark
Bites that leave a strawberry mark
Below the neck line
During our heated entwine

It's fun that nobody knows
How you look in lacy underclothes
My fondness of your jiggle
When we diddle

Fulfilling your kink
And bringing you to your brink
You're such a nasty one
Until you get your home run

Then you purr like a kitten
Who is content and smitten
To be cuddled and held
As we lie in bed and meld