~ A sequel to the poem ~
“When I Tiptoe To Your Room”
Tonight I’ll sneak up to your room,
cloaked by midnights’ shaded gloom.
and ‘pon your portal, softly rap,
once, then twice, a tap....tap, tap.....
then I’ll sneak into your room.
In something silky, lace and sheer
feigned modesty should disappear,
and chastely blushes ‘pon your face,
soon welcomes raptures’ in its’ place....
when I sneak into your room.
Lie down with me in whispered sighs,
but stifle pleasures fevered cries,
for snooping walls have listening ears,
and gossips tongue that interferes....
when I sneak into your room.
Now light the candle, close the drape,
from passions grip you’ll ne’er escape.
then yield your virtue to my kiss,
submit to pure unbridled bliss.....
when I sneak into your room.