A touch, soft and tender.
A whisper, full of desire.
A gasp of sweet surrender,
as passion fuels the fire.
No words spoken between them,
no promises to be kept.
No lies being told tonight,
no looking back - no regrets.
Longing to hold each other,
such precious little time.
Both vowed to another,
being lonely their only crime.
Tomorrow bringing sorrow,
a brief moment of shame.
With the memory of this one night,
a release from passion's flame.
-dkm
