A look across a crowded room,

A fragrant hint of cheap perfume,

A smile that hides so much within,

And eyes that shine before they dim,


A touch that’s traced by fingertips,

A tease of tongue that opens lips,

A kiss that burns and scorches air,

And molten breath that says beware,


A stripped embrace of silken flesh,

A velvet textured want undressed,

A need that builds then shatters wide,

And remorse and guilt I try to hide,


A goodbye floats on flecks of dust,

A forbidden need that fed on lust,

A silent shame, a lonely penance,

Morning brings its own repentance.


Original Photo : Jenny Dowling –

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