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 Flames.
Let's just do what the poem says.
BUt.... I'll be rough, violent and.....