Secret Lover

The sullen wind and the rain thundered, and withdrawing my dripping cloak, I let my damp hair fall, going to him, I made my smooth white shoulder bare, my raven hair tangled, I whispered, "I love you" . . . I had come through the night to be with him, he stroked my cheek and I wound my hair in his fingers, kissing my throat, I sighed and closed my eyes, his lips burned with his desire . . . My head, he clasped to his thundering chest, and his tears came falling down, we stayed together all the night long, and still we have not stirred . . . ______________________________________ November 11, 2012 Poetry/Verse/Secret Lover Copyright Protected, ID 11-435-083-11 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France Submitted to Late August 2018 Standard Contest, Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/2018 First Place ______________________________________ Submitted to the contest, Best Romantic Poem, sponsor, Skat, Third Place (2015)