Reserved for V.I.Ps

It’s hidden, it’s secluded,

It’s a secret for her to keep,

Included in the ensemble,

And it feels so very deep,

Better than fully exposed,

It forces one to wonder,

You’re not included; it’s a legend,

But you crash right in like thunder,

It’s so selfish, and unholy,

Then why can’t you explain,

The warmth that you encounter,

If it’s such a thing of vain?

How can it be so perfect?

Sirens calling to your eyes,

Double your enjoyment,

Cuz it’s always a surprise,

All in all it gives a high,

A projected, scented rush,

Tells a story in a posture,

How can something be so lush?