Freudian Slip

It was a mistake, a Freudian slip
a loose tongue, now he’s
here knocking at my door.

What should I do
Let him in, ignore the banging
Preteen it was nothing
Just another night of hot meaningless passion

Erotica rule the night
Large hands roaming over me,
his tongue lips during tricks
he flip stick dip slip inside me
He’s so thick,in so deep, he became my heartbeat

Entwined as one, he had my back arching,
during twists shivering, spewing my grease
Holding my hips, he threw me his thrust,
his diesel on point
I threw it right back in a see saw motion.

Just two sexual being enjoying the flow
trying to satisfied the endless appetite
If just for the night
Then came the slip


One lose moment, guard down
words uncovered in the heat of passion
the truth exposed
The factual self not the façade

Kept it under wraps
Kept it on the DL
Now it’s out, exposed to the light
Words once spoken can’t be retrieved

The mistake made, now he’s here knocking at my door
You ask what was this Freudian slip that ending the night?
He said
I love you of course