Shy love

Shy love, something
shared between us
and not them.

Others need not hear
what we share in dark
winter months.

Quiet you are. I in
you; you enjoy but
retain in silence.

Day whizzes by,
and nightfall
sees ourselves
naked, in nude
glimpses of glory.

Sticking and grinding,
your waist reciprocates
to the calming waves
of the ocean as sunset
cast upon us.

Contrary to their
beliefs, we confuse
them in thoughts.
The wind blesses our
matrimony.

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