Sneak Out.

Lover,

I thought you knew.

If your lips were thorns and spikes, I would still kiss you with all my might.

Your flesh, your eyes. Your thighs, your taste. All I want is your soaking waist.

Till wrinkles and sleep, till legs cant stand, my pleasuring bites are yours to grace.

So before dawn, before the streets awake. Meet me again in the fields, my morning delight.