Most are appalled at what I write
About daytime pleasures and midday flight
Touching your psyche with just one word
Off goes your mind flying Like a wild bird.
The truth be known ,I am not bad, I just speak of the things
That you have thought and never had
A lustful night ,passions and kinks
I’m the man behind the curtain that writes but will never speak .
A gruesome sight I am
a wounded beast a broken man
Crying out in agony but each verse put down lets me breath
I refuse to come out in the light
The night time shadows are my only delight.
Making love to you every night just pick up my pages
And read and feel what I write .
Scott baker
