Her 3 am thoughts are filled with depression and desire
She twists in a downward spiral
then floats on dreams of lustful adventure
Once a year she tells him all about it
Once a year he indulges her imagination
It’s good for her not to be closed off
and for him to see her potential
She’ll take those 3 am thoughts
and tuck them back to bed
letting them slumber hidden, out of sight
for another year
Read the partner of this poem here.
Secret Thoughts Within 
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Very good! 😊
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Thanks so much, I appreciate it 🙂
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My pleasure 😇
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three am death
three pm inre
on the cross
on the mount of skulls
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did i write that? yois! i did! hoot! hoot! hoot!
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see me feel me. fall to my spring. earth is round and everything.
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