Funny, fuzzy, feelings still niggle inside,
Of stolen moments of passion that we have to hide!
Crumpled, damp, sheets,
Share the secrets of our illicit meet
Our animal attraction and hungry, consuming lust!
Merely a thirst needing quenching,
Sated by every touch and passionate thrust,
Just a physical desire,
To dampen the fires
That raged uncontrollable within
Crumpled sheets the only witness
Submitted for Magpie Tales who supplied the inspiration