fauxcroft

Theres beauty in simplicity

Of a sense of cleanliness and hygiene,

Of fresh pressed clothes and shiny hair

Of showing how you treat yourself with care,

But it doesn’t mean your every thought is clean

And you’re not as innocent as you seem,

I have glimpsed your sensual dreams

Dirtier than many would believe,

But in our minds of fantasies

That’s a place where we can be free,

You smell so good, like the linen sheets

In which you writhe in when making love passionately,

To a scruffy punk but he’s not me, sadly.