My Secret Love

She fits me like a glove
My secret love beneath
As tight as can be

She is my secret love
My love a warm sheath
To me she is lovely

Giving her pleasure
To my secret love
Is what I like to do

To me she is a treasure
Skin like a white dove
I love her thru and thru

You ask me, who is she?
Wondering I can tell
Of this wondrous beauty

My answer to you must be
I am under the spell
Of a fictious imagery