Criminal of the night Broke into her thoughts Robbed her dreams Made them his
It was a shadow at first Slick moves into her chambers Silence, heavy breathing Her arousal was in danger
For the walls leaked out evidence Erotic thoughts lay bare Like her silhouette To the fortunate witness
Criminal of the night Found his prized possession In the nude... For the taking Hands ready for trespassing
Criminal of the night Broke into her thoughts Robbed her dreams Made them his But it became their own
Bliss filled veins Turned nude into pink Wet rewards left her remote And he controlled
Pressed buttons Evidence now a crime scene Again and again, then no more A sigh from tender chest
Breeze from empty sheets Gone is the culprit Left her nude and pleased
Criminal of the night Broke into her thoughts Robbed her dreams Made them theirs
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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