Secret Agent

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As soft petals open to receive the light of the sun
So am I to feel the thrust of his gun
No, I cannot keep a secret well
As blood gushes and genitals swell
As I try to blend in with the usual crowd
I imagine myself in a robe with a shroud
But it’s just a disguise and they see thru my eyes
I’ve become an exhibitionist with this bliss
The cover-up of this whole operation is futile
Even as I improvise new camouflage, it’s brutal
This could be seen as a ‘failed mission’
But I’m in no state of contrition
As my loose lips may be sinking ships
And I hear many timid quips
In the range of enemy territory
I cannot resist breaking silence
As a result of my charisma
I overcame getting shot down in the fox hole
And in my surrender I find
Some other strange peace of mind

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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