So Quiet

So quiet
A perfect angel
So calm and serene

Soft eyes,
A gentle smile
As if from a dream

But beneath
The façade, things
Are not as they seem

So quiet
The perfect angel
She secretly aspires

Soft eyes,
A gentle smile
Mask her desires

But beneath
The façade, a little
Sinning is required

Still Waters

As still waters run deep. so it's the quiet ones who scream the loudest at the moment of ecstasy.


Erotic Poetry


Sensual Poems

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