She lives inside of me
sensual and deviant.
She knows all my needs.
Even the ones
in a dark room
that I cannot share.
When your eyes are closed
and the children asleep
in thier beds.
I hear her footsteps
she is calling to me.
I sit by the window
and see her dancing
in the moonlit garden.
Pouring a scotch
Down my throat
it burns like the fire
in my *****.
She purrs seductively
her cleavage heaving
her red lips shining wet.
she tells me
I need to be free.
I cover my ears
but it does not help
she is inside my soul
She is my burden
my secret shadow.