Game on

18 Mar

A pretty little secret
only you, I, and a few strangers know…
a clever little alabi,
and nobody suspects that we’re alone…

keep our love safe in our pockets
at work, at home, and in this town,
but come the weekend we both exchange
a mischevies little wink as we clock out…

Oh and i’m toying with your heart
and you’re toying with my mind
it’s a wicked self-distructive game
as we tell our pretty little lies…

but it’s addictive being naughty,
a feel-good to doing wrong…
and when you challenge me to play again
i give a dirty little smile & say ‘game on’….

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Posted by on March 18, 2013 in explore, guys/girls, life, Poetry, Stories


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