If You Tell Anyone by Drunk Poet

... If you tell anyone one
.
He crept his feet that night like a scorpion
Dead, even to the sensitivity of nature
His presence was patched with uncertain auras
Epilepsy at a time, later turmoil in saturation
.
My God!
I should have known by his sophisticated demeanors
And by his beguiled compliments on my velvet lips
His reckless talks of treating me like a queen
And the dexterous hold my hips
.
His hands could bear witness that night
As my breath shuffled away
"be gentle! " and for your own good, "be quite! "
He did it like he had been born for it
... And my silent groans and moans died unheard
.
Now I only forward to my friend karma
But shhhhhhhh
He'll kill me!
... If you tell anyone

©️Drunk_poet