Deceiver’s Moon

A poem of words and their hidden meanings …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: REMY SAGLIER – DOUBLERAY Une histoire de création… via photopin(license)

I want to wrap you in my deceit.
Lay down with you surrounded by my lies
Naked beneath these sheets.
Torture you with my tongue,
Whisper sweet nothings
As I take my pleasure;
To the lingering lyrics of lust,
The fickle words of my song.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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