for illicit lovers
one and all
the things they do
ear rings, underwear
cosmetics
left laying around
lipstick smudges
and smutty notes
make it so easy
for collars to be felt
pockets to be found
empty phone calls
in bad disguise
wronged numbers
hot in whispers
intrigue of promise
sighs sibilant siren sounds
and we are trapped
in wonder
lust
and deception
created long underground
in unconscious wish
to be found out
naughty again
