I’m Sorry If...
You overheard our whispers of tease and seduction,
and our love playing out its long introduction?
Our deep heavy breathing and thumping hearts,
the noisy bedsprings, the stops and the starts?
The ecstatic sounds of our love and passion,
and the to and fro of our interaction.
I’m sorry if...
We kept you awake through our night of love,
and hope you slept until the sound of the dove.
poem by Orlando Belo
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