Passion's Flames

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.