Undercovers they embrace.
No shame of losing face,
just an erotic rendezvous for two.
Sheets stained in their love residue
Undercovers, just lovers.
In a world for two,
no one else exists.
Hands tremble,
hearts race,
toes curl.
They persists
In a love capsule.
Their loves ablaze.
It’s only natural.
Undercovers lips quiver,
With gentle erotic whispers.
At that moment they were happy,
There was nowhere else they'd rather be.
©gingy
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