Sex on the run
A secret meeting that scratches the itch
Sex on the run
She is his bitch, he’s her desire,
A flame that flickers, fueled by fire.
They hide away from prying eyes,
Where whispered secrets never die.
He’s in her veins, a pulse, a need,
She’s in his arms, the silent creed.
No vows exchanged, no love declared,
Just stolen moments, hearts ensnared.
Their touch is sharp, their breath is tight,
In shadows deep, they own the night.
A dance of lust, a silent shove,
A secret twisted kind of love.
Her fingers trace his hidden scars,
His hands map out her secret stars.
No names, no words, no dawn to see,
Just endless nights where they are free.
She bites his lip, he pulls her close,
A tangled mess nobody knows.
In darkened rooms their bodies speak,
A language raw, not for the weak.
She’s his bitch, he’s her lover true,
In secret fires, they break through.
No chains, no rules, no need to speak,
Just wild nights and skin on cheek.
And when the deed is over and done
they go back to their partners
no feelings,
it’s just sex on the run.
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